She stirs. I feel her movement almost before I can see it, and I put my book down. I look at her as she slowly, languidly turns towards me, her eyes still closed with sleep. I sieze the opportunity, leaning over her, drinking in her beautiful face. I kiss her cheek and I kiss it again. That cute, coy smile appears on her lips and a soft, pleasant, sleepy sound escapes her. I pull back to take her in again and watch as she retreats back into the depths of sleep, her head sinking fluidly into her pillow. The TV chatters meaninglessly in the background. I pick up my book.