She sleeps, as if this world
            holds no urgency.

            Coal lies beside her, gentle and watchful.

Hours drift past
    like gentle waves,
    and she floats through them,

    dreaming in soft sighs and quiet twitches.

Gitana curls beside them,
    two thousand miles away—
    their shadow of serenity,

    all of them lost in a rhythm of rest.

Even the sun,
    peeking…
    through their curtains
    and through our clouds,

    seems to pause out of respect.

And then there’s me—
    restless, in constant motion,
    chasing thoughts and moments,

    energy spilling over like a river…
                                      that refuses to be tamed.

Yet somehow, it works.

Their stillness grounds me,
    and my motion reminds them—
    that the world keeps turning.

We are a balance—
    Briar Rose, the Beauty in her quiet slumber,
    Coal, the Champion who guards her dreams,
    Gitana finding new comfort in her chosen home…

    forgetting the world outside.

And me,
    the restless wanderer
    content to simply watch—

    the rise and fall of their gentle breathing.

In their stillness, I find peace.

In my energy, they're at ease.

All together, we seem perfectly whole.