He lay, often, looking at her sleeping face in the new light that fell in through the open walls of the strange house, and he stared at her skin and hair with his mouth open, transfixed by the quick stillness of her, struck dumb with the physical fact of her existence as though she was some careless star-thing that slept on quite unaware of its incandescent power; the casualness and ease with which she slept there amazed him; he couldn't believe that such beauty could survive without some superhumanly intense conscious effort.
In the narrative, the protagonist is captivated by the serene beauty of a sleeping woman. He finds himself mesmerized by her presence, observing her with an open mouth as light illuminates her features in the unconventional setting of their home. This stillness leaves him in awe, emphasizing the power of her existence and the effortless grace with which she sleeps.
The description highlights the contrast between her tranquility and the astonishing...