The fire beside her was freshly
Lit and crackling. He stood there,
Above her sleeping body,
Quiet and waiting,
Waiting for her to awake from her
Peaceful sleep. The last
Dose of sunlight shone
On her face. Before, he too,
Went to sleep for the night,
He stood there thinking,
Thinking of what chaos would come
After this silent morning.
“Why am I doing this?”
Unable to find the answer,
He stood there watching,
Watching her and waiting.
by Mary, 10th grade