The slope of your cheek

We spent most of the afternoon dozing. A shared towel in an almost desert beach. No unwelcomed babbling neighbours. No lorgnette vendors. No financial system crashing down. Gentle sun, a cloud giving us mercy now and then. The sea playing his music. The slow cadence of your breath, the small breadth between your head and mine. Almost quiet, full, perfect peace.

Most of that time, you know, you were sleeping. But you will never admit that.You were not tired of yesterday's long tiring hours of work. You were not sleepless after a long night.

I could reach the bag, search for the camera, turn it on, focus, take several shots with different focus and optics and even used the flash and you remained undisturbed, breathing up-and-down up-and-down. Your arm was around my chest. Mi nose against your nose. But you will never admit that you were sleeping like a baby.

I was just staring at you. I dozed too, now and then, and each time I opened my eyes, this is what I saw.