Silently, she whispers goodnight, hoping to remember tomorrow.
The grass, as normal, sprinkled with water as the sun rises.
The wind, feels the same. Ever soft.
A free soul defying the odds with the cusp of her wings against any force that nears.
Her heart plays a slow song, eyes closed, she seeks a light amidst an area unlit.
His touch, reminds her of her youth, a blossoming summer where seeds came to fruition, imperfections were obsolete and love reigned over all.
The taste remains on the tip of her tongue, coating her lips gently she attempts to find herself where she once was.
He reads on, explaining their story knowing once the nightfall's he will be nothing but a stranger when she wakes.
Love makes him wait.
Through pain miracles occur.
And so everyday he wakes, sharply dressed he makes his way to her room where she sits, kindly asks if he could read a story to which she agrees.
By the evening she falls in love, they are one.
As her eyes close, Silently, she whispers goodnight, hoping to remember tomorrow.