He sat in a chair next to the bed and watched her sleep.

I stood and watched her sleep for a long time.

I would wake up in the night just to watch her sleep.

Instead, she had stood in the doorway and watched her sleep.

He had to be content just to watch her sleep.

I could have watched her sleep forever and been happy.

He stood in the aisle for a moment and watched her sleep.

How many times had he come to this house and watched her sleep?

It felt like twelve years ago, watching her sleep under that table.

No one would ever lose an hour, as I still do, just watching her sleep.