silentium.

также,жду много мьюшек
@archhjon

всем сладких снов, завтра буду активничать на каналах ваших

monday morning. outside, snow is falling in flakes on the ground, but in such quantities that it seems there will definitely be snowdrifts by lunch. but it's just an assumption.
she sleeps steadily, lying in some kind of comfortable position only for her. her blond hair was scattered on the pillow, some strands fell on her face, tickling her scarlet cheeks, rumpled from sleep. her eyelashes tremble slightly and she sighs softly to something. I slowly stretch out my hand so as not to disturb her precious sleep for anything, and slowly remove the unruly strands from her face, because she moves her nose very funny and mumbles. I think she's going to sneeze right now. this, fortunately, does not happen. she quieted down again and the crease between her eyebrows smoothed out.
to be honest, I really like to give her nicknames, and for the life of me, but now she looks like an owl. the same small and cute, squints his eyes and sniffs.
this girl awakens in me such previously unknown feelings for me that sometimes I can't cope with them, I burst into tears and something big and loving screams: "rush to her, kiss her, take her into your arms and don't let go anymore." ... and I want, really.
looking at her sleepy, so real and peaceful, I understand that this is what I need, and this is what I want to live for.