Ezra looks down at the angel beside him and smiles. Her face glowing by the moonlight coming from the window. How did he get this lucky to have her?
Even in the dimly lit room he finds her glowing. He wants to think it's because of him. He wants to think she is sleeping peacefully because of him. Her body cuddling with him, her face buried in his chest, her hair spread across the pillow and the soft rhythms of her breathing.
Everything about her screams perfection. Every walking man must turn their head to watch her passing by twice, maybe thrice. He feels an arrogant pride in himself that she chose to work for him among all the others.
He's finally glad and content with his life and earning knowing he has a reason to smile for, a reason to work hard for, a reason to come home to; a reason to be happy. He tucks her more into the fat comforter and she presses herself more to him.
