Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming saying something about a queen...........

Not only did it stop me in my tracks, dead stopped me, but my breath caught in the bottom of my lungs like if I expelled it the moment would be stolen from me; her shape curled beneath the snowy white puff of down and one foot, just one foot peeking out and her hair the color of dark honey spilled out on the pillow. The only movement was the even rise and fall of her upper body from slow sleepy breathing. So little revealed and so much. One heartbreakingly small, soft, red tipped foot relaxed and bare and I lowered myself to the floor and finally allowed myself a breath and it caused her toes to ever so slightly move and stretch toward me and I couldn't tell if my lips were touching her or if I was just taking her into me as I inhaled to breathe again. No matter, the moment was rare and perfect.