in a hundred words.

The gold necklace she had become accustomed to wearing was resting lightly on her collarbone. Her hair was piled atop her head, held messily in place with a clip. She sat next to me, bundled in a thick blue fleece blanket, eyes closed and head resting on my shoulder, burning up with a fever.

The forgotten movie droned on as she slept quietly for the first time in two days.  I looked at her, long lashes and flushed cheeks and soft lips, and sighed.

“I love you,” I whispered, knowing I wouldn’t dare say it when she was awake.