Ch 37. Sleepy Storms

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Note: X : Kisses, O : Hugs, XOXO : Hugs & Kisses.

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Date: 26-09-2001, Sunday

[4+ days after]

Time: 3:43 am


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Deep dark saturated snoozing silence... 

...noisy neighs of nectar dreams.

She turned and pinched her hands under the pillow as she adjusted the filters behind the curtain of her eyelids and attempted to settle down.


Tired yet torridly taming her senses...

...with a soft sigh. 

She was counting the bland sheep floating like clouds in her mind. Or at least attempted to, because her memories kept playing back in high definition. 


Subtle smile shading her face melted away...

...into sweet somber syrup.

'Hayyee,' with a sleepy giggle, she burrowed her face in her duvet as she imagined the peculiar particular shade she noticed with an ardent desire. 

The chance to see them so close to her in the muted shaded space was... more like the dream than her dreams ever could be.

Especially if the corners of his eyes twinkled with reflection of the LED blanket of their seclusion. If she leaned closer... which just like she imagined... she would see her face with more clarity than his own.


Leaning closer to peer in those marred squinted eyes...

...closer to his heavenly oaky presence. 

Drifting even in her dreamscape as she almost succeeded. He felt sooo warm... despite his icy anger that vanished with her doubts.

'I like you too!,' she mouthed with daring clarity... imagining his soft smile as he leaned his head onto her forehead heating her cheeks.


Her lashes fluttered in their concealed curtained state...

...because she could hardly handle him.

But still... like VHS grain marring the image... she couldn't quite imagine his smile with the apt clarity it deserved. Demanding the image to clear up or him to lean closer against the grain.

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