He fell in love with her whilst she slept.
When her face was most relaxed; calm, not gussied up, with twinkling eye and flirtatious smile.
At her graceful repose, without artifice or deliberate pose, she lay enslumbered on the table. Golden wisps of hair spilling out of her barrette, soft skin warmed by the sunlight through the window. Slight flickerings to the eyelids as she dreams away.
She knew not the effect she had upon her watcher, her keeper.
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