Disclaimer: I don't own Bella and Edward….. unfortunately.
I sit in the old rocketing chair across from where she sleeps.
The angel, that at first I thought came out of my nightmares, but now I know she came out of whatever goodness I deserve in my life.
I love everything about her, every facial expression, every word uttered out of the luscious, warm, red lips of hers.
Watching her sleep is the best. It's the only insight into that head of hers I have when she sleep talks, yet somehow it feels like I'm prying into a secrete dairy, that now one is suppose to look at, it feels like I'm doing something that should be forbidden, yet I can not bring myself to stop listening, night after night.
"Edward," I hear my name spoken from the sleeping angel, I wonder briefly if she really is sleeping. I see her through the darkness, turn over and search for me subconsciously in the empty space I left, still dreaming she wants me. I smile at the thought.
Then I see a small frown on her beautiful face, her hands clench the sheets. Is she having a nightmare? I don't know, sometimes it's hard to read what's going on in that mind of hers.
I stand and walk to her bed wondering what she is dreaming. I gently kiss her forehead, she calms down as my icy lips touch her warm skin.
"Edward," she smiles as I slip into the bed with sleeping beauty.
I smile to myself.
Sleeping beauty that's what she is and I am a horrible beast.
Beauty and the beast.
That's what we are.