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Another sigh, this one much deeper in tone, echoes hers. Her eyelids open instantly.
She is confused for a minute. She thought herself alone in the airy, white
room. Slowly, she looks to her left, toward the open window. Something stirs
beneath the heavy goose-feathered blanket. She is suddenly aware of
a luxurious warmth emanating against her side. Her initial
impulse is to inch closer to it, and then to pull it closer to her.
The creature's form relaxes and silence ensues. Her
curiousity dangerously picqued, she frees her arm from the
confines of the covers. After an interminably long time, her
fingers reach over and delicately lift the edge of the
blanket, right above the origin of the unfamiliar sigh.
Slowly and carefully, she exposes its head to the intensifying sunlight.
A loving smile crosses her face when her new-found treasure is revealed. The
sunlight from the window crowns his face in a golden halo. She cannot
see his face, but she
can already see him in her mind's eye. "Good morning," she whispers as she touches
her lips to his temple. She feels his hand wrap around her waist in reply. A
new drowsiness takes hold on her as she returns to her indented pillow. She
returns to sleep, wondering whether her actual dreams will play out as
blissfully.