Ethan
I woke up long before the alarm went off, or maybe I never really fell asleep.
I lay motionless, with Clara nestled against my chest. Her breathing was slow and steady. She was fast asleep. One of her arms rested on my stomach, and her hair covered part of my neck. Sometimes she made small, unconscious movements, as if trying to snuggle closer to me.
I watched her silently. There were nights when I could spend hours just watching her sleep.
Not because I was a hopeless romantic, but because I needed to make sure she was still there.
That she was breathing, that she was okay… After that accident, fear had ceased to be a fleeting emotion; it had become a constant companion.
I gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face; I didn't want to wake her.
She sighed softly and sn
