The Dark Of Night

ALEXANDER

In the dark of night, the stars and the moon lit up the sky. The dusk as quiet as a graveyard, save for the crickets chirping loudly in the distant and the soft breathing of this impeccable and breathtaking woman laying beside me.

I was plopped up on my side, with my hand folded into a fist under my chin. I was gazing down at her beautiful face, drinking up her breathtaking features. I'm struck by the serenity that radiates from her peaceful face. Her eyelids, usually so expressive, now gently flutter with each soft breath. Her lips, curled into a subtle smile, seem to hold secrets I long to uncover.

In this quiet moment, I'm reminded of the first time we met. Her bright eyes and vibrant laughter left an indelible mark on my heart. Now, as I gaze at her tranquil form, I'm filled with a sense of wonder and gratitude.

Her hair, a rich tapestry of brown and gold, cascades across the pillow like a sunset on a summer evening. I ache to run my fingers through its softness, to feel