a non-poet writes about someone else's night

 

by Sakura

 

 

she is pretending to be asleep, and making a terrible job of it.  they both know her acting will always be below par.  she dares to crack an eye open and check his amusement, only to find him playing along --- eyes half-lidded and fixed on some point in the darkness, fingers fiddling with her hair.  he is warm, and the rise and fall of his chest is gentle.  calm.  he appears to be on the brink of sleep himself, until she presses herself closer and hears him murmur under his breath you are wonderful you are

 

 

 

 

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