Sleep.

You’re sleeping so soundly on my lap, and I’m afraid that each pulsating

nerve in my body will cause you to stir.

Rest.

As you rest, I see the faintest of smiles live on your lips, and I fear the

increasing pounding of my heart will jolt you to a wake.

Slumber.

You’re drifting off to a delicate slumber, and I wonder if I’m there with you,

waltzing around in your dreams.

You look so soft.

My hand is delicately playing with your hair,

brushing imaginary strands from your closed eyes.

I wish I could pull you tighter,

but I’m afraid to move.

So you stay.

Laying gently on my lap.

Enjoying an exciting adventure in your dream.

And I stay.

A gentle pillow giving you the space to rest.

Admiring you as you go somewhere far away.