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He stood beside my bed again, like he did every night. He would stand there in complete silence and watch me until my gaze became heavy-eyed and I gave into my worst adversary; Sleep.
I wasn't scared. Nor was I curious as to how he managed to find himself in my room at night. I was grateful. Grateful, that he would come to stand by me at all. For I knew that it was him that sat by my pillow, while I tossed and turned in restless nights. Where I would cry out in horror by a trivial dream of some sort. He was the one that caressed my unkempt bed head and held my hand when I felt alone. He sometimes spoke to me; through my thoughts and emotions, sending me into a strange silence. Ensuring me peace when I was becoming my own worst enemy.
Some nights, I would stare into his eyes and see oceans. Endless waves and sunsets on the horizon. A vast sea that calmed me and captivated me; placing me under his beautiful spell. For his eyes were not blue. Nor cerulean, azure, navy or aqua but a colour