Cold mess is playing in the background and we are sort of wrapped around each other . I'm brushing my fingers over his head, catching hold of a few hairs now and then. He has his hands around me ,head buried in my chest.
This is eerily comfortable for me.
The air is so still , like it's watching, almost. A light breeze brushes through us once in a while and I look at the view.
I can almost imagine I can see the sea from up here. Cars and trucks had beautiful pinpoint lights ,and I was glad the noise didn't carry. The pinpoint lights made little moving pinpoint reflections in the lake below.
I could be in a dream right now.
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