Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

When I sleep I dream of my Beloved, every night, and sometimes, when I wake up he is still there, in my bed, holding me tight, spooning like we always used to do. Except when I turn around to see him, he is invisible to my eyes. But why then is the blanket puffed up in his shape and pushing down on it, it still keeps his shape.. 40 x 50, © 2001, € 350,00
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