The bright sunlight spilling through the open venetian blinds caressed my cheekbones with their warmth. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open. The first thing that came to my view was a form watching over me. At first, I couldn't make out if it was a man or a woman. My eyes were blurry and unsteady, but after some time, my vision adjusted against the light.
It was a woman. I realized when my vision cleared. My eyes landed on her soft, serene features. Her arms rested on the side of the bed as she sat on a chair.
Her exquisite eyelashes draped under her eyes as it fluttered close. Then it opened, then closed again. After watching her for sometime I realized she was fighting the urge to fall asleep. The dark shadow under her eyes evidently shows her inability to sleep for days, perhaps even weeks.
