He sat on the bed and leaned close to her.  Her breathing sounded regular.  Gently, he ran his fingers over her hair.  Warm.  Sound asleep; good.   She would need her rest tomorrow.  Quietly he went to her dresser and opened each drawer, scanning the contents.  In the third, the room’s second-hand moonlight disclosed small, glittering objects.  Ah, she was lucky: he’d found what he wanted.  Then tomorrow would indeed be a big day for her.  Police reports.  Press hounding her for details.  At last, the killer had spared another victim; someone to tell a story.  He left with his prize.

Thank you, Erin, for the inspiration.