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She lies asleep in the sky
buried under a pile of
thick black blankets.
Her face is hidden, leaving only
her long, pale fingers to extend,
out of habit, resting on the tops
of buildings and trees.

Her breath is cool and inviting,
giving rise to goosebumps on my skin.
I watch her sleep. I watch the clouds,
barely visible, rise and fall
with each breath she takes.
Though she is unaware, I know that,
in minutes, the sky will wake up,
and her with it.

And only moments later,
she will fade into the daylight,
just one spot of light among billions
until the night comes again
where she hovers over all the world
as it sleeps.