Glimpse of perfection

It is in this moment that I know bliss;

Her perfect lashes flutter as she fights to keep awake, her soft little hand wanders to find her favorite thing.

Her Blankie, though worn, has the combination of rugged and smooth that lulls her mind to dreamland. Her fingertips tracing the edges as she let's out a big sigh, no longer able to continue fighting sleep. She drifts, for a few fleeting moments, before her sweet little hand begins its' search for Blankie. She finds me instead, she pauses for a brief moment of appreciation, but continues on her search. She'll find her place of contentment once she finds where rough old Blankie meets its' satin seams.