She watched
him, the morning sun sneaking in through the crack in the curtain. A
single strand of hair on his forehead. Her fingers moved forward,
freezing midair. A strong hold held her back. Crazy woman, what if he
wakes up? This peace and quiet will be shattered, he said. Their little
brat slept on.
I was thinking of a husband and here it's a child!
Sleep is magic – I think the most naughtiest child would look like an angel while asleep.
Joy always,
Susan