Slumber

Sleeping Beauty

She was sleeping. Sleeping peacefully in the bed beside his chair. It was like he was glued to the chair. However hard he tried, he couldn’t get up. He wasn’t actually glued to the chair, he was glued to her.     

    Maybe the Moon was so shy to show its face to the world after it saw hers; maybe the stars thought that they were shining in vain, because now, she was the brightest of them all; that’s why the night ran away so fast, he thought. He was so sure that, by now, all of the angels in the heaven would have become jealous to see a face that was lovelier than theirs; that, all of the flowers would feel so miserable, looking at her.

    Her silky smooth hair was falling on top of her closed eyelids, as if it were protecting her eyes from the envious world. A lucky sunbeam was dancing and bouncing off her soft cheeks, making them look more kissable. Her rosy palms were lying half open near her even rosier lips. No one would have seen a prettier sight. She made sleeping look like an art.

    Lost in love, he sat there staring at her. Time stood still. Stilled by her timeless beauty. He still remembers the first time he saw her. From then on, he knew she was the purpose of his life. The father lovingly looked at his baby daughter.