Watch Her Sleep (KEV 1 SHOT FOR ASHLYNN. HAPPY B-DAY GIRLY!)
Her blonde hair set in the gracious curls. Her silver-blue eyes that strike like ice. I'd watched her grow up, ever since she was 3. Going to her house, having the little playdates, or even her birthday party sleepovers. I'd go to her house, when we were out of school for the summer. She'd sleep in until noon, and her mother would let me wake her up. But it was hard to. I was so distracted by her beauty. Her hair was wavy, and scattered over the pillows. Her silver-blue eyes masked by the lids. She didn't make a sound. Her room was painted red, and she had toys and animals everywhere. Yet somehow, even though she didn't make the slightest move, or the gentlest noise, she'd managed to put a few of her stuffed toys from her bed, onto the floor. I'd walk around her bed, picking the toys up, and I kneeled by her side of the bed. Tap, tap, tap. One of the most heaviest sleepers I know. Tap, tap, tap. She started to move and kicked the sheets, revealing those blue eyes.
"Hey Ash." I'd say silently, not trying to shock her. A smile slid upon her face, her eyes fully open.
"What are you doing here?" she'd ask me.
"I wanted to see if you wanted to play. It's noon and your mommy wanted me to wake you up." Her smile was crooked at the fact that her mother wanted me to wake her up. But she held the smile for as long as she could and sat up.
"Well, guess I'd better get dressed then. I didn't know I'd sleep this long."
"'Kay, I'll wait outside."
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And at 18, I'd still watch her grow. I was like her older brother. She'd come home from school, run to my house, and tell me about her day. I'd sit, mulit-tasking. Doing my homework and listening attentively to what she had to say.
She'd never changed. Her bouncy blonde curls rested below her shoulders, her silver-blue eyes cutting through me like blades. She was remarkable. A talented young lady. So happy and wanting everyone to be her friend. She was the light of the room, and when you wanted to talk, she'd let you.
Yet, I'd fallen for her. But I was way too busy with being part of the "Jonas Brothers" with, well, my brothers. I'd let the thought slip past me as if it never existed.
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And at 26, I proposed. I proposed to her, the girl I'd known since she was 3. I'd watch her sleep, I'd play, I'd listen, I'd yell, I'd talk, I'd giggle, I did everything with her. I watched her. Protectively, sweetly, yet seriously. I'd watched her grow up to become a great woman, one whom I was proud of. One whom I was proud to call my fiance. I'd watched her eyes, glued to me at the chapel. I'd watched her mouth, move to mine as the pastor said "You may kiss the bride". I'd watched her, as she danced with me, her feet moving graciously, yet nervously, with mine. I'd watched her, and always will.
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At 40, I watched her crumble. Fall apart as she'd lost her mother, her father, & a brother, all in the same month. I watched her cry at the funerals. Our kids not knowing what to do. I watched her crumble through all her bad times, and as many as she had, I'd never let go. I'd never become selfish. I'd stick with her until the end. Through the bad times. She'd gone to the doctor and was told she was depressed. But I wasn't going to pack up and move out. For I'd made a commitment, and I'd stick to it.
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At 83, I watched her decease. Decease with my hand in hers, by the hospital bedside. I'd never known that the saying, "Till death do us part" was real. It was a sad feeling, ripping holes into my weak body. But I was glad. Glad that God had brought me such a beautiful girl. Her blonde curls, plastered gray, and her silver blue eyes, shut forever. For now, visiting hours were over, and I'd watch her sleep. Watch her sleep, yet to never open these striking eyes, watch her sleep, as she fell into eternity.
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