I could hear the drapes rustling against the window as the wind blew in from the east side of the house. The moonlight shone in fully illuminating the room and your sleeping body. The light made everything look odd, almost a blue white tint on your soft skin. You almost glowed in the dark, but not quite. Your breath softly came in and out, across my chest as you slept. I traced the outline of the artwork down your arm, and to your side, down your hip and thigh. It was if you were a painted angel, dropped next to me on this night. I almost expected to feel a line between the different colors and designs, the artwork so clear in the moonlight, but only felt your soft warm skin against my caloused hand.
You moved slightly under my touch and I swear you smiled a little. My aching muscles felt better with you next to me and the fears, stress and sadness of the day slipped from my mind and were blown out the window on a moonbeam. I closed my eyes and dreamt of a painted angel.
You moved slightly under my touch and I swear you smiled a little. My aching muscles felt better with you next to me and the fears, stress and sadness of the day slipped from my mind and were blown out the window on a moonbeam. I closed my eyes and dreamt of a painted angel.