from dreamwalk blue, chapter six - the pains of sleep
June nodded, and allowed him to return to reading. Meanwhile, she finished her cigarette and leaned her arms on the side of the boat, watching a pair of dragonflies bob and wheel through a field of wild flowers just beyond their willow trees. June listened to the quiet lapping of water against the sides of the boat, and amused herself by seeing how many different flowers she could identify. Queen Anne�s lace, buttercups, purple asters, and wild roses...
June looked up from her contemplation of the flowers and found Albus on the threshold of sleep. The book seemed ready to drop from his hand, his eyes half-closed in the afternoon sun, his head pillowed back against the hamper. Watching him, June experienced the most curious sensation of proprietorship. This is mine for the taking, if I choose, she thought. How curious that I�ve never thought of it quite like that before.
The shore was close enough that she could smell the black earth where the river cut the bank away, exposing the willows� roots. The yellow sun shone warm on her head as she sat up and balanced her elbow on her knee, resting her chin on her hand, and tried to resist the urge to nap herself.
��How wonderful is Death,�� she quoted softly to herself. ��Death and his brother Sleep��� Moved by some impulse, she slid carefully forward, reaching out a hand to brush aside a lock of Albus� auburn hair. Her fingers just brushed his temple when she snatched her hand back cradling it as though she�d been burned.
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