She's beautiful when she sleeps. I can't help but stop to watch an angel. Her red hair lay across her face, a strand moves as she breathes.

Her pale skin can't hide the pain of the past now and I see the scars appear. I never knew one person could cover up so much.

Books and files clutter her desk. Her head snuggles into her arms. I give a little chuckle as an image comes to mind. She is reminiscent of a college student around finals time.

I want to wake her, but I remember you're innocent when you dream.