(MTH) "How much damage can nightmares do when a mockingbird sings all night for you?"
It's at least nine, Sheila judges, from the angle of the sun. Not that she's planning on moving for the next long while.
She smiles, nestling her face a little deeper into the curve of Ash's shoulder and watching him sleep. She's amazed by how young he looks when he's completely unaware, how closely he resembles the man-boy he once was.
So, graced with peace, she studies his body, tracing the lines of new scars with her eyes and nearly basking in the warmth he's giving her.
It's an educational experience. She had no idea that he has a mole there...
She smiles, nestling her face a little deeper into the curve of Ash's shoulder and watching him sleep. She's amazed by how young he looks when he's completely unaware, how closely he resembles the man-boy he once was.
So, graced with peace, she studies his body, tracing the lines of new scars with her eyes and nearly basking in the warmth he's giving her.
It's an educational experience. She had no idea that he has a mole there...