Her spirit kneels on the floor beside her sleeping Sir, unable to see more than an outline in the shadowy darkness of the room. She cocks her head slightly, hearing the soft snoring of His slumber and she smiles. Watching the barely visible form gently rise and fall with each breath, she is comforted by the presence of Him. Wanting to touch Him but unsure… if she tried, would He feel it? Would He wake? She is certain He would be aware of her, even if it is simply that His mind turns to her upon waking. Still hesitating, she watches Him sleep peacfully. It does not take long for her need to be close to Him to overcome her timidness…. rising on her knees just a bit, she reaches out to touch His face, just a whisper of light shows His features, her mind filling in the rest of the familiar details. He does not stir, and she is at once relieved and dissappointed. Smiling softly, feeling his warmth beneath her unseen fingers. Becoming more bold at His lack of response, she stands and leans over Him and lightly kisses His lips, feeling his breath move right through her, and again, no response. She takes a deep breath, more a mental exercise than an actual breath, and climbs into the bed behind Him, sliding her arm over Him, holding Him. Closing her eyes, she melts into Him. Without reazing it, she becomes part of Him, dwelling within and througout His being…. She feels him stir. Turning to His other side, He whispers under His breath… Love you My dear one, and settles once again into a deep and dreamless sleep. She begins to drift off, feeling complete, and so very loved, her spirit returning to her before the light of day. She wakes slowly, the feeling of completeness still lingering. She reaches for Him,  sad for just a moment that He is not there, but so very happy because He  soon will be…..