he layed on his side, there in bed… starring straight across the mattress at her silhouette outlined by the cotton sheets. her back turned towards him, he soaked in the image of her soft brown hair cascading over the pillow. the nape of her neck shown in the moonlight, descending to her pale shoulders. What shoulders these were, those that held her beautiful carriage and posture, these blades of elegance, the beginnings of her slender arms… she was a work of art, she was. even in her slumber… she was a thing of beauty. how had he manage to fool her he was worthy of her time, how long could he keep up this charade? as he reached out to rub her shoulder he realized, it didn’t matter, weather it was God’s mistake or hers, she was his at that moment, that was enough for him… he knew this one moment could last him a life time.
