There should be a word to explain the sleepy happiness I see on her face. Maybe there is, in a beautiful language like French or Arabic. But that lovely, calm dreaminess that overcomes her features is beautiful and childlike and endearing. And even if there was a word for it, it wouldn't be able to match that sort of beauty that I see on her.
Wrote this a week ago while remembering what it's like to watch her fall asleep. Copyright @ Sadie Whitney