Somnique

I drew someone very dear to me. I caught her in a moment of stillness, of fragility.
With her eyes closed, as if listening to her thoughts in a whisper. As if holding the whole world in her palms.

For a few seconds, I felt like everything had stopped — the thought, the motion, the air around us. I don’t know what she was thinking.
But I wanted to keep her like that: with quiet resting between her fingers.