A Moment Of Peace He lifted her limp body with his strong hands. He did this easily, as if the young lady were a light, delicate feather. He silently cradled her in his muscly arms, yet created so much peace in the atmosphere so that she would not wake from her slumber. Everything was perfect. The man wished for the moment never to end. The angel slept tranquilly as the man ascended the cranky flight of stairs. As he reached the last step, a quiet tear painted the surface of his cheekbone. It streaked the edge of his jaw and gradually reached the bottom of his chin, where the tiny, meaningful drip of salt water went on its way with gravity and planted itself on the the cheek of the angel in his arms. Her eyelids seperated and astonishing green eyes peeked up at the man. He almost gasped at her beauty. The woman's dark eyebrows curved downwards in confusion. "What is it?" His wife inquired with compassion. Another tear escaped from the man's sincere brown eyes as he reluctantly whispered into her ear,"It's coming, my dear."