She's perfect. I'm watching her now as she sleeps next to me. The sunlight from the window is lighting up her face. Her olive skin, her long eyelashes. I can even see those freckles that she claims don't exist.
We're in Vegas. She's always wanted to go to Vegas, and I've taken her. If she wants to go somewhere, I'll go. I'll follow her anywhere. I'll follow her just for that smile she gets, the same one she had when we got off the plane. A mixture of pure excitement. I'll follow her to my death, and that's what I'll do.
"Simon…" A low moan comes from the beautiful girl, and I pause, not wanting to have woken her. I sigh, and realise that she's talking in her sleep, dreaming of me. I smile, and settle into watching her again. Her skin is practically glowing in the light, and her hair is tied into two plaits down her neck. Her makeup has been wiped off- but she's still beautiful. Her cheeks are lighter, but her skin still looks silky smooth. Her lipstick is wiped off, but her lips still tempt me. Her eyelashes are still long, and frame the eyes I love without mascara.
I want to see her eyes. I want to wake her, just to stare into those beautiful brown- green eyes, framed with smooth eyelashes that I can feel fluttering against my skin when her face is pressed to my neck.
Her hand is pressed into her neck now, and her painted nails are chipped. She painted them blue a few weeks ago, but decided she couldn't be bothered to wipe it off, so she's kept it. On the plane she was tapping her nails and picking at the varnish whenever she got excited and remembered where we were heading.
"Simon…" She mumbles again, and moves herself so she's face to face with me, our noses almost touching. I can feel her hot breath on my face as she breathes out, and I chuckle, reaching my arm around and brushing a strand of curly hair away from her eyes. She stirs under my hand and I smile gently as her eyes open.
"How long have you been awake?" She asks, her voice filled with sleep. She smiles at me, opening her eyes half wide and nuzzling into the pilow. "You were watching me sleep, weren't you?"
I nod, and her smiled gets wider. "Does that make me a freak?" I ask playfully, and she opens her eyes. I can see the smile touching her eyes as plainly as I see it on her face.
"No, it makes you in love." She tells me, and I nod, making a sound of agreement.
"I love you, Alisha." I mean it, every word.
"I love you too Simon. Now go to sleep."