What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Sparkle".
He lay on his side, watching her sleep. He watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, listened to the sound of the air going in and out of her body - soft, gentle - like her.
He like the way her hair fell across her face and splayed across her pillow, the way her ring finger twitched, the way she would sometimes scratch her nose as she slept, and then twist and turn just a little, afterwards, to settle in to a new spot.
To him, in a world of dull, mundane, and predictable women, she just sparkled.