Samuel
God, she will be the death of me someday.
She sleeps with a cute little pout on her lips, her face calm, free of the glare she usually wears. My white shirt, which reaches her knees, had rid up while she stirred in her sleep. We were halfway through the movie when she slowly dozed off to her beauty sleep laying on the couch. I had laid beside her all the while she slept, and I didn't even keep track of the time I have been staring at her while she rested. She lets out soft and cute snores, barely audible to me, probably because of the exhaustive activities that followed the whole day.
I quietly lift myself off the couch, slide my one hand under her knees and the other around her shoulders to lift her. She doesn't even stir or groan for the disturbance like the deep sleeper she
