Small Cruel Party

My Angel

When she sleeps, my little angel curls on her side into a ball. With her legs tucked up into her chest, one arm under the pillow and the other holding mine fast against her chest she falls asleep. In the light of her purple candles she is so innocent, so calm, so trusting. Sometimes, when I can?t fall asleep by myself, I?ll lie next to her and hold her for the long hours it takes for me to follow her. My little angel can fall asleep anywhere, but in her black satin bed, with my arms around her, is the only place she doesn?t have bad dreams, she says. Her breathing is slow and even when she sleeps, and I think of waves rolling over distant shores. I think of how much I love her, I think of how I can make her happy, I think of how I would do anything I could for her. When my little angel opens her eyes and looks up at me, watching her, slowly running my fingers through her black hair, she smiles. She says that she likes it when I am the first image in real life because I was the last image in her dreams. She says that when she wakes up in my arms she isn?t afraid like she is when she wakes up alone. If my little kitten feels happy when she wakes up in my arms she stretches her back, her legs, her arms, and she purrs just like a real kitten. Whenever I hear her contented little sounds I feel warm, and I close my eyes and I hug her. When she wakes, my little angel says to me ?I love you? and I know she means it. Because I love my little, fallen angel with all my heart, and all my soul. Forever and ever.

-Jason