The sun began to set. A magical fire lit up the sky. The moon was full, and the stars were setting in. The night was calm and welcoming.
His beating heart was soothing, as I laid against his chest. He hummed softly, his arms around me.
When he thought I was sleeping, I felt his fingers gently pet my head. He hummed melodies that soothed my soul. Then he spoke.
"Sleep well, my dearest love."
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
