Asra can’t help but watch you sleep, not in a creepy or weird way but just admiring his love at your most peaceful. He enjoys watching the way your lips slightly part in order to breath soft breaths of air. Asra may not have anything in the world that belongs to him but his love.

“My love?” Asra’s voice gently causes your eyes to flutter and eyebrows to scrunch. He giggles at this.

“Wake up.” A soft gentle, barely above a whisper comes form Asra as he runs his fingers through your hair.