Alone, asleep, deep in a dream. Alone in a dream, peaceful, breathe in, breathe out, pause.
A shapeless shadow finds its way.
The sleeping shape turns on one side, deep in her dream.
The shapeless shadow starts drawing the line of the sleeping back with its shapeless fingers.
A shiver. Breathe in, breathe out, pause.
Shapeless fingers gently lift up the sleeping hair and hold it for a while. Breathe in. They let it fall. Breathe out.
Shapeless lips drink in the perfume of the sleeping hair. Breathe in. They taste the back of the sleeping neck. Breathe out. It tastes like roses and chocolate and hot summer wind. Pause.
Shapeless lips find the treasure at the back of the ear. Breathe in. A startle. They go ‘round to the round sleeping cheek. Breathe out. And lay a feathery kiss on sleeping eyes. Pause.
Shapeless lips draw nearer, and nearer, and nearer. They stop, anticipate, wait, breathe in, then part the sleeping lips. Pause.
Sleeping back arches and holds in tension just for a second… for sleeping lips know the taste of shapeless lips. They’ve met before. They dance together in a shapeless world of a timeless dream. Breathe in, breathe out…
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