I watched as her chest slowly fell after each rise.
It was a beautiful sight, really.
She was wrapped in a blanket, while her favorite song lulled her to sleep.
I gripped the knife tighter.
Her red hair moved slightly in the beach wind,
and she smiled everytime a wave hit the shore.
Then, her eyes fluttered open.
She stared at me, eyes wide, and then slipped a sweet, sad smile.
"Dolly baby, go back to sleep..." She whispered through heavy tears.
I stayed standing.
She quckly became fearful, and threw of the cover to discover my legs were no longer attached to my body.
I was done sleeping.