Pony slept, unaware that someone watched him sleep. His brown color eyes opened. He softened, seeing who it was. The hand reached out to pet him on his head and he started leaning in to her touch. He had not realized this movement. How he drew in, wanting to be touched by her hands. His eyes closed shut. Enjoying her fingertips against his scalp. Pony made a low crooning sound. It sounded deep in his throat. His lips parted and he letting the sound drift off his tongue. They floated into the air. When her soothing voice dropped to ask if he liked the touch, Pony just nodded to her. It was not long before the room fell in silence. Her warmth vanished from him but yet it still flourished on his cool flesh. His eyes flicked open and all traces of that heat vanished. He was alone in his room and in his bed. It had just been a dream of something he longed for.
Gifted to EnbyIreland
