Ob watches Pandora sleep. A sliver of sunlight crawls slowly up her bedspread, seeming to explore the hills and valleys created by her sleeping form. He is amazed that this woman, this human witch, could love him no matter what his form. A tear slips down his scaly cheek and he moves to the edge of the balcony. He hears a soft footfall and turns, watching her move towards him. She stretches, her nightie sheer in the morning sun.
"Bruha, you are killing me. Slowly, surely, you are tearing me apart."
When she is standing beside him, Ob traces a claw gently along her hair.
"I don't deserve you Mujer. The only good thing of being stuck like this, is being able to watch you sleep."
He looks up at the blue sky and sighs. "I forgot how beautiful a day can be..."
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