She tosses and turns on her bed squeezing her eyes tight. Tiny creased lines form between her eyebrows.
A big hand gently brushes her hair slowly.
"Thanks for allowing me to see her" The horsey whispered
"Well...I don't want to stand in the way of love" Another monotonous voice whispers next to the side bed.
"Even in her sleep...she still looks beautiful. She looks like a sleeping beauty" he tore a smile.
"Sleeping Beauty never wakes up. Please don't say such things" He furrows his eyebrows and shifts his gaze back to her.
"She wakes up, because of..." He bites his lower lip thoughtfully and creases his forehead a bit. "Is it a kiss?" He glances at the other person in the room.
"How would I know? I don't love that movie" He sneers
