Fireside Couch Sleep

She lay there, so beautiful in slumber
Blissfully unaware of her surroundings
She is peaceful, no conscious thought torments her
She is curled up in unashamed felinity

She is dreaming... the small twitches in her fingers...
The momentary disturbances of her breathing rhythm...
Everything moving to her biological choreography
Even as she lay there, she still retains and maintains the
visual splendour she exhibits while in waking hours

Never have I seen such grace and charm move from active
to inactive and keep such a striking and pleasurable presentation

She stirs... perhaps an image too vivid to comprehend...
Or perhaps an involuntary body spasm..

She wakes, momentarily... her hair in somewhat disarray around
her head...
She is more beautiful than ever.

She quickly falls back into slumber, still the perfect pretty demeanor remains
Her face completely veiled by her hair...
Perhaps she is hiding... perhaps not.

All she will know is the fact that she has rested... a rest that is long in coming
And she is grateful.