He could see that though she was asleep, her ears were alert.  So he whispered her name.  Nothing of her budged, but he sensed her ears may have gotten more pointedly alert.  He thought to speak up; what better moment than this to say all he had to say.  He stepped in closer.  He noticed that there wasn’t a bulge in her closed eyelids, so placid was her face in sleep.  Not at all the frown she’d find on his — of that he felt sure.  Perhaps what he thought he had to say to her was a result of troubled sleep.  He said nothing, and leaned in instead to take in her face to put on his own when trying to fall asleep the next time.