Sleeping
By: Larry ErlerIn life there are many beautiful things, the dew on a flower in the morning, the sun setting over the ocean, a rainbow after a summer shower, but I would have to say from my limited experience of beauty, watching someone sleep is the epitome of beauty. When you watch someone sleep you see them for who they are and not for what they want you to see. There are no hidden mysteries about the person, it's just them. I was lucky enough to experience this great event recently.
I was so taken back by her that I just wanted to be close to her. I really cannot put into words the way I felt about her, but I think the closest thing to describing the feeling would be like a childhood crush. I did not talk to her when I first met her. Just long enough to give me her name and number, which I put in my pocket. I thought that it was over, but when I put my hand in my pocket and found a piece of paper with the name and room number of a girl I met the previous day, I decided to go visit the girl. Now normally I would never do anything as stupid as this when my head is clear but doing stupid things is what makes life interesting, plus it builds character, or that's what they tell me.
There I am in front of this girl's room who I have no idea who she is. Wearing clothes that were a little less then flattering at that moment in time. I knocked on her door and she slowly opened it. Looked at me and with recollection, she invited me in. I walked in timid at first as the memories of the first meeting came to me, like waves crashing on a sand castle I built so long ago. When I finally got everything in order in my mind, I moved to sit on the bed and we started the old primitive way of communication, speech. We talk about this and we talk about that. Nothing really earth shattering, but the normal getting-to-know-you stuff that we all go though when we first meet someone. I talk about myself and she talks about herself. After many cigarettes and much self-exploration, I got up to leave, I promised her I would see her later. Now the fun begins because I can't look to pressed over her but I can't look so indifferent that she loses interests in me. Now normally I would wait something like five day to call her, that industry standard, but in luau of this "golden rule to get woman" which I ignored and I went to visit her the next day, we hang out again, still getting to know each other. Same thing really, this time I am asking questions to find out what I desire to know. About her family, life, town, stuff you really don't go up to a complete stranger and tell them. I left around dinnertime and go hang out with my friends.
Later in that night I am telling my friend about how much I like this girl, I point out her room, and being the great person he is he goes up to her window and told her to come out and play. We were supposed to go play pool in the pub but that idea got scratched. We ended up sitting and talking, not that I mind it at all I really love talking to people, getting to know them really well. The talking goes on for about two hours then, my friend gets an insane craving for food at 11:00pm. He leaves us and we are left to talk. There we are for about thirty minutes when we realize that he is not coming back. She invites me to her room, we watch some TV and she falls asleep and I get ready to leave trying not to disturb her, sit up in bed glance over to her, eyes taking in the sight that took my breath away, seeing her sleep. So peaceful, so helpless, I try to pull my gaze away but it's like a magnet that is pulling me in. I have to look at her. The rise and fall of her chest as her breaths, not worrying about a thing, the smile that is on her face as she is a million miles away dreaming about something. To put in to words I do not have the ability to express what it looks like, other then it's breath taking. In my heart I know that I have found what makes life worth living. Seen the beauty those poets write about, artists paint about, their "Donna Angelica." The dreams that lovers dream about, watching someone sleep, is something thing that I wish everyone could experience at least once. Sweet Dreams...
I was so taken back by her that I just wanted to be close to her. I really cannot put into words the way I felt about her, but I think the closest thing to describing the feeling would be like a childhood crush. I did not talk to her when I first met her. Just long enough to give me her name and number, which I put in my pocket. I thought that it was over, but when I put my hand in my pocket and found a piece of paper with the name and room number of a girl I met the previous day, I decided to go visit the girl. Now normally I would never do anything as stupid as this when my head is clear but doing stupid things is what makes life interesting, plus it builds character, or that's what they tell me.
There I am in front of this girl's room who I have no idea who she is. Wearing clothes that were a little less then flattering at that moment in time. I knocked on her door and she slowly opened it. Looked at me and with recollection, she invited me in. I walked in timid at first as the memories of the first meeting came to me, like waves crashing on a sand castle I built so long ago. When I finally got everything in order in my mind, I moved to sit on the bed and we started the old primitive way of communication, speech. We talk about this and we talk about that. Nothing really earth shattering, but the normal getting-to-know-you stuff that we all go though when we first meet someone. I talk about myself and she talks about herself. After many cigarettes and much self-exploration, I got up to leave, I promised her I would see her later. Now the fun begins because I can't look to pressed over her but I can't look so indifferent that she loses interests in me. Now normally I would wait something like five day to call her, that industry standard, but in luau of this "golden rule to get woman" which I ignored and I went to visit her the next day, we hang out again, still getting to know each other. Same thing really, this time I am asking questions to find out what I desire to know. About her family, life, town, stuff you really don't go up to a complete stranger and tell them. I left around dinnertime and go hang out with my friends.
Later in that night I am telling my friend about how much I like this girl, I point out her room, and being the great person he is he goes up to her window and told her to come out and play. We were supposed to go play pool in the pub but that idea got scratched. We ended up sitting and talking, not that I mind it at all I really love talking to people, getting to know them really well. The talking goes on for about two hours then, my friend gets an insane craving for food at 11:00pm. He leaves us and we are left to talk. There we are for about thirty minutes when we realize that he is not coming back. She invites me to her room, we watch some TV and she falls asleep and I get ready to leave trying not to disturb her, sit up in bed glance over to her, eyes taking in the sight that took my breath away, seeing her sleep. So peaceful, so helpless, I try to pull my gaze away but it's like a magnet that is pulling me in. I have to look at her. The rise and fall of her chest as her breaths, not worrying about a thing, the smile that is on her face as she is a million miles away dreaming about something. To put in to words I do not have the ability to express what it looks like, other then it's breath taking. In my heart I know that I have found what makes life worth living. Seen the beauty those poets write about, artists paint about, their "Donna Angelica." The dreams that lovers dream about, watching someone sleep, is something thing that I wish everyone could experience at least once. Sweet Dreams...
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