Moments...
Jun. 15th, 2003 11:30 pmStray sunlight streams through the curtains, hitting her bed at an angle, dust motes dancing lazily in and out of the rays. He sighs in his sleep faintly, and then smiles, curling up one arm around the pillow and burrowing his face deeper, before settling into unmoving repose once more. His hair turns into shades of molten gold as the breeze ripples through the curtains - she refrains from reaching out, barely.
Sometimes, just watching is worth more than any touch.
Sometimes, just watching is worth more than any touch.