Nox

I stand in the darkest corner of your room as I watch you sleep. My eyes trace the gentle shape of your face, the delicate features that seem so fragile. "Beautiful." But what makes you beautiful? It's more than just your physical appearance. I suppose your mortality makes you beautiful to me. Your simplistic humanness. I smile to myself as I watch you stir, still deep in my thoughts. Suddenly I'm caught off guard as you sit up, staring straight at me.