She was curved across my bed, sprawled out on my side as well. Her hair was a pink splattering mess under her head, the sheets rumppled and ruffledover her, she was not even using a pillow. But her face... Her face was serence and lovely. I sat there looking at her in my oversized sweater that swaddled her, in my bed. And thought I would like to keep her just like this, and never return her to that life of before us.