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Interactions between a man and a woman when they are lost in their slumber.

Submitted:Nov 1, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

The morning mist was dense. Despite the fabric shield of thick black curtains, a rebellious streak of morning light shines through. A pity; there is nothing of value to shine on at this time of morning.

They were snuggled underneath the covers; exchanging sleeping breaths in rhythmic orders, like the air inside of them were having light conversations. Perhaps of coffee and of cigarettes. Their hot breaths warming each other's skin, as the night before bit them cold at their toes and their fingers. It was November, the month of cold.

Her leg slipped between the gap between his thighs, positioning herself comfortably and using him as a human sized bolster; his leg hair brushing her skin. His hands were on her waist, pulling her closer to him occasionally. Her fingers twitched when he does. Her right arm was under her head, as a second pillow. She had had the habit since she was in her early twenties. They were sleeping face to face, his breathing were the winds in her dreams. Hers was a storm to his.

Sometimes his eyes blinked open to a crack of pastel morning light, catching her sleeping face, before shutting them back and drifted again to conscious snooze. Her arm would move from under her head to go beneath his back, forcing it in between his body and the bed, soaking his warmth. Her arm was a bed in his dreams.

When he rolls on his back, she will eventually figure it out and rest her head on his chest. The sweet almond smells of her hair filling his nostrils; and he breathes in deeply. The weight on him like a miracle stranded in the sea.

The scratches of his toes against her ankles were his hands holding her in her dreams. The stillness of four hours, a life in another reality, separated by skulls but connected by touch.

They will soon wake up to each other. They will smile and say hi to each other, and later that night they will sleep on each sides of the bed, she on the right and him on the left, only to find themselves tangled in each other's limbs the next morning with dense mist outside and a rebellious light streak between a gap of the thick black curtains.


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