WHEN you sleep, I spend ages marvelling at your face.
As it’s still the most beautiful I have ever seen.
And I smile as my eyes gaze on the one tiny freckle that’s dotted on your forehead, a pretty reminder of the fun we had last year on holiday in the sunshine.
When you sleep, I watch your chest rise and fall.
And if your breathing becomes too quiet or is too shallow, I will place my hand on your chest or even give you a little prod until you stir.
Just to check. Just in case.