And as we lay there, basking in the light of the moon, I felt the warmth of your hand sneak near the cold of my own. As we lay there, amidst the nearly overwhelming scent of the field of flowers, you smiled as my pinky wrapped around yours. And as we lay there, hearing nothing but the crickets and the infinite white noise of the universe, our spirits intertwined just as our hands. We were lying there, but we were dancing, and I swear there was no other moment in the universe better than ours.
