Perfect World

His calloused hand clutched hers for a moment, a little girl sleeping soundly for lullabies, a raggedy teddy bear held tight to her chest. Silk folds of hair spread across her face and neck, covers pulled to a small round chin. He sat for a moment by her, watching her small eyelids flutter, dreams dancing before her in beautiful waltz, clad in enthralling
ballroom gowns and beautiful tiaras.
Her chest rose and fell quietly under the sheets, her eyes slowly opened to the sight of the hunching figure. A small hand touched the sun damaged cheek, little fingers wiping away a trail of saddened tears. He pulls her close and whispers loving words into her little ear, they embrace, wrapped in an enchanting, and perfect world.