Chapter 12.1: 1967, George
My eyes can barely stay open and on the bed there is an adorable boy kissing up my arm and he won't stop. I don't want him to stop. Don't ever stop, Frankie. My Frankie...
His beautiful breath is on my neck and his face is nuzzled on it now and there is such a sea breeze feeling, a feeling of ocean waves gently flowing over me. He's pulled the smooth, cool hotel bed sheets over us and his eyes are closed, too.
Kissing his lips, he kisses me back.
"Mm, buona notte, il mio tutto," he whispers, child-like. Good night, my everything. Immediately there is a snore.
No, come back...
My nose nuzzles into him, and a thin smile blooms on his face with his precious eyes still closed. "C'è qualcosa che non va?" He whispers in his snore. He's so tired he's speaking the language he speaks at home, thinking he's in his bed at home. It breaks my heart yet warms it. Could he be thinking we are in his bed at home?
My body does not want to leave him in sleep so much I feel energized again. A second wind. But he's falling asleep and I'll be all alone if I don't sleep now with him.
"Ritornate a me?" I whisper desperately to him. Return to me. My lips are so near his lips I can feel their warmth.
"In un sogno." In a dream. His arm around me relaxes completely and I know he is in a dream, waiting for me.
Halfway closed, my eyes gaze adoringly at him for a while, and somewhere along the way as I dream awake, the dream becomes reality.
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