When love strikes
Moonlight filters through the window, casting a soft glow that accentuates the delicate contours of her face.
Her features, bathed in this ethereal light, appear almost angelic.
I fixate on the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the rhythmic dance of her breath.
Her lips, gently parted, hold a serene expression that hints at dreams unfolding in the depths of her slumber. It's as if time stands still, and in this quiet cocoon of the night, Annabel is a living, breathing poem.
I notice a bit of drool on the side of her mouth, which makes me chuckle quietly. It's kinda cute, you know? Despite that tiny thing, she looks perfect in this peaceful moment.
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