text: Birds singing. It’s the only thing you hear when you first realize that you are returning to the state of consciousness. You try with all your might to open your eye lids, but they prove to be more resilient than you would think. Eventually you open them. Waking up was always the worst part of your day. I use the word “was” because it isn’t anymore. The little sleeping angel that’s residing in deep slumber besides you makes waking up the most beautiful 5-minute period in your day. You think to yourself how lucky you are, as you contemplate every single little detail about the most beautiful creature to ever walk this earth. You try to comprehend her sweetness, but to no avail. You cannot understand how these distinguished beautiful features came together to make the most innocent being ever. You take a glance at her admiring her perfectly black hair that with her brightingly white skin make the most aesthetically pleasing contrast your eyes have ever laid upon. You shift your view from her hair to her small lips. The lips that when are pulled by her perfect cheek muscles make the most charming smile ever to be made by a human being. The same lips that hide her pearly white teeth and her small tongue that only speaks in the purest of voices. Your hand makes its way to her face to swipe the little strings of hair that are dangling in front of her. Your fingers touch the tissue engulfing her flesh. The euphoria that you feel when you do that is unfathomable. Your fingers have never touched anything as silky smooth or as crystal clear as her skin. You now feel overwhelmed as you cannot handle such dazzling beautiy for too long. So, your view shifts yet again as your corneas make a tiring battle to attain a glimpse of her eyes. Although they are completely shut you make an effort to recall them from your memory. Ah you perfectly align them, now you can rejoice in the picture of the most magnificent, fascinating, exquisite, clear, pristine brown eyes. There’s something that you find rather odd with her, it’s a really really nice thing, but still, odd. Her eye brows seem to be drawn by an artist. You find that weird because eye brows always seemed to you like something that will only make a human being uglier. They never seem to be symmetric and always have a few hairs sticking out here and there so you always took eye brows as an ugly facial feature. But hers... hers changed your view about this. The same way she has changed your views about a lot of stuff. You end this train of thoughts when you look at her small cute nose to which I might add that it resides utterly well with the rest of her face and think to yourself that you must get closer to her divine beauty. You take your right hand slip it under her head and then you move it down. So now her head is calmly resting on your right shoulder and your right hand is covering her back. As you do so you take a moment to admire her ominously black hair. Her body was always ideal for you, as her small body mass allows you to fill your needs and desires of protecting someone special to you. When you wrap your arms around her or when you hug her your superior size always gave you a feeling that you are doing a good job in saving and protecting her from the horrors of this world. A feeling that always put you in a state of ecstasy because it makes you feel special to someone you hold dear such as her. As you two fall in position you feel the heat between your bodies being exchanged. This feeling ignites a reaction in the pit of your stomach. You only get this reaction when you are near her. You can only describe it as the feeling that you would get after an angelic touch, after all that was what happened, wasn’t it? When you two finally reside in your places you feel the flesh of your partner slightly tickling yours, which releases another wave of feelings that overwhelm your existence. You take her right hand with your left and put it on top of your chest exactly above where your heart beats. Touching her small, delicate fingers puts you in a new state of trance. You play with her tiny fingers admiring the gorgeous, marvelous structure that they were made by. As you think to yourself you are the luckiest man on earth, you finally pay attention to something weird. Well actually it was the first thing that you noticed today but still you hadn’t checked it yet. So, you decide to do so. You hear birds singing. You get closer to your significant other, but still you hear birds singing. You come closer and closer until your face is inches away from hers. You still hear birds singing. That is not what’s scaring you. It is the absence of the voice of her breathing that is.