WARNING: a result of post nap delirium
Hair cascades down the table like a waterfall.
Dark curls, full and round.
Soft as a robins feather, beautiful as an angel.
Her head, tilted sideways.
Blushing cheeks, red and round.
A slight smile, on the edge of her lips. Like a secret is there, waiting to be told.
Her arms are elegantly crossed under her head.
Her flowing gown reaches the floor, grazing her petite bare feet.
Her eyes are closed.
And not one breath escapes her lips.