Note from the Author: I'm still waiting for you guys to declare me dead. I am so lazy when it comes to typing. In reality, I should type them as soon as I write them because I keep writing and then I have this whole crap load of stuff to type up.

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His eyelashes are full and dark, and they flutter gently against his porcelain skin as he sleeps. My fingers brush lightly across their soft black tips.

They infuriate me. With their elegance, they make my heart writhe; I wonder why, with all the mascara I apply, mine are not as beautiful as his. His are flawless and effortless, and I envy him.

My mouth is evanescent against his skin, my lips fleeting across each secret freckle on his cheek. He does his best to hide their existence, but they are impossible to ignore in moments like these, when we are so close.

His lips are parted, and a smile plays at the corner of his mouth. Even in slumber, he is joyous. I wonder if he dreams of me. Does he remember that I am lying beside him? Can he feel my quick kisses across his face?

A sigh brushes across me, and his hand slides along my arm where it rests against his stomach, and I smile as he stirs. I always smile for him.

His dark eyes are fluttering open, and he peers at me through his curtain of eyelashes. I think of that phrase: "The eyes are the window to the soul" and I frown when the curtains draw closed again.

"Good morning," he says softly, that strange soft lilt to his baritone voice that makes it so different from any other sound in the world. He speaks like a song, and I still marvel that he isn't the singer.

"Good morning," I whisper back, waiting for his eyes to open again, for that knowing gaze to settle over me. There is a roadblock of words in my throat. No one should call me eloquent.

He smiles sleepily, stretching, his lithe form moving against mine, and his arms come around me, hands skating across the small of my back, and he brings his lips to mine.

Our eyelashes tangle together as my eyes close, and I realize how perfectly wonderful they must look. He always makes me feel beautiful.