and her hair is all messed up. Her eyes move under her eyelids and I can hear her breathe. She moves from time to time, in that dreamscape of hers and as she does, her body is moving along. I kiss her and her skin feels warm to the touch. Small kisses are walking over her cheek and ear and neck, moving slowly. I can see her smile in her sleep, brushing against my lips. And I am happy.