"Kris slowly opened her eyes.

As always, this morning, in her arms was—

Snooze, snooze.

A peaceful white angel, lost in a serene slumber.

With half-lidded, sleepy eyes, Kris admired what she believed to be God’s most perfect creation.

The youthful, snow-white face still bearing traces of innocence.
The silver strands of hair cascading over it.
The long eyelashes gently resting on closed eyelids.

Swish.