140 A Gift

  "Wake up," a gentle and fragile touch slowly caressed the cheeks. It felt as if a feather onto skin, ticklish and adorable. "As you wish, your majesty," he spoke in jest. The eyes awoke to a semi-nude angel atop him, her head rested on the chest. "You told me to wake, then, in turn, fell asleep, a bit harsh isn't it?" without much effort, they both stood.