You were in your room, cuddled under your blankets. The soft blankets rested on your form, leaving a clear outline for your beloved to see.

He walks over and gently touches your palm. His warning that it was him. You didn't really need the warning, he had a special walk, but it was sweet.

"Hey Dove.." He whispers. He gently rubs your back. "..You look so pretty.." He whispers. You could tell that from the way his voice echoes, he was staring into your blind eyes. "You are perfect."