So she sleeps.
She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps, curled against me breathing softly at my neck, entirely unaware how aroused the tingly warmth makes me.
She always sounds so peaceful as well, as if she has finally given herself a break, taken a moment of time to recooperate from all the personal hardships she places upon herself.

I was happy. I saw her old smile come back today. It was the best present.