Listless and yawning, her gentle frame bows down.

Even in this state, she is beautiful. There is something so soft and delicate about her, so much so, I worry that looking at her too long might harden her in some way.

How can something so beautiful be real?

I feel ashamed briefly, at the murmur of self loathing in my ear. I tell her to quiet down, she has no place here.

Just, oh how I wish...