A/N: So totally spontaneously written. I know it's really short and maybe not that great. I wrote it while half asleep. lol. Anyways, this is written for my girlfriend, otherwise known as the love of my life. I hope it's at least decent.
Ashley's POV
Who ever would've guessed that watching her sleep would be so peaceful? Her eyes shut, and her mouth curling up at the edges every so often. Is she dreaming of me? I can only hope. As I lay here beside her, I want nothing more than to kiss her gentle, soft lips. But I'd hate to wake her from her sweet slumber. Instead, I merely lay here smiling. I think about kissing her bare shoulders, or maybe her neck. Or even the little "A" that sits on her right shoulder blade.
I remember the day she showed me. She was 27 and I, turning 29. The way she showed me was the best part of it. We were in Victoria Secret and she was trying on gifts for me. Lingerie, in case you couldn't guess. She asked me to go into the dressing room with her and then I saw it. She was facing away from me and at first my eyes landed to her ass but then something caught my eye.
"Spence? What's that?" I asked.
She turned and faced me.
"That is your real birthday present. I love you so very much Ashley."
Her soft breathing is a calming melody to me. Forever keeping me entranced. As strange as it may sound, I could lay there, just listening to her for hours. I am never able to sleep without the comfort of this sound. She is forever a part of me. And although she'd call me a "creeper" or "weird" for this, I know a part of her loves it.
Even when I can't be with her, she asks me to stay on the phone until she's fast asleep. And I always do. Or sometimes, I stay on skype until her breathing is slow and regular. Knowing that this causes me to get less sleep is the last thing on my mind. All I want, is to give her anything and everything she asks for.
I may not be able to explain it, but watching my love sleep gives me a certain peace of mind. Like I am keeping her safe. And when she's asleep, she can't hide how she truly feels, so when I see her smile, I know she's happy. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters to me. That, and the fact that my heart is hers. Just as hers is mine.