3.6.11

warm, happy, shorter than it needs to be

      She gently awoke, her ears tickled by the sea's gentle kissing of the shore, teasing her to consciousness. Soft features made serene by slumber, her companion slept still upon her breast, tousled locks warm and inviting to fingertips. Lips ached for the merest touch, but only briefly, slipping contentedly into a smile with the dreamer's gentle breathing.
      Just past the glass, nascent blue and white painted the sky, warmed by a solar caress. Stirring from her slumber, the dreamer sweetly tugged at her drifting eyes, suddenly overtaken by a squeeze. Smiling, she squeezed the dreamer in kind, mischievous lips pressing upon her crown.
      And for some time, the morning gulls did all the talking for them.

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