Topic: While He Lay Sleeping

Sjira

Date: 2008-04-02 22:08 EST
The dress had not been touched for days. She had made the promise to Kitty not to work so hard on the wedding dress -- and carried through on it.

But after an evening of talk, a long bath, and more talk the room that was Panther's had drawn quiet. In the darkness, she lay there to listen to him while he slept. Pallid light from the window was enough to see the shadow-cast room by it after a while when her eyes had grown used to it.

Hours, it seemed, the small woman lay there. Thoughts roaming to and fro of few other things than the one beside her. Frustration was finally there at not being able to sleep and she finally moved.

Sun-touched fingers carefully moved the covers from her form, enough to sit to the side of the bed. She pushed long lengths of her hair from her face and over her shoulder, out of the way. From the edge of the bed, she eased down to touch toes and feet to the cool floor and move across the way.

Ghostly, moonlight from the window touched the pale shift she wore and caused a faint glow from it where the light found its hems in her trek towards the table by the door. As quiet as she could, it was lit, then carried with her and away from where he slept.

On the tips of her toes, S'jira moved. The lamp was set with care to the flat top of the trunk at the foot of the bed. For a few moments, she stole from the room to her old one to retrieve Kitty's dress and brought it back with her.

As sleep would not come, hands were not idle. She settled to the chair that faced the window and tucked her bare, chilled feet into it with her.
Soon the beads were being added by the light of the lamp, one at a time in a fine, ornate pattern.

All the while, he was not far away. Not far from her thoughts, her heart, nor her gaze. Occasionally, dark eyes sought him out, but the light of the lamp hindered any true rendering. But she could hear him breath and knew he was there.

In time, eyes grew heavier and hands slowly stilled against the material of the wedding dress' skirt. Her head lulled and hair slipped over her face to finally sleep when the light of the morning was just a mere thing.