Moon
Half a snore, despite being awake, and she prayed to God that she didn't dribble. Late nights and no coffee. Only two bottles of wine. She was tired, to say the least, but it was the easiness of the evening, the mellow atmosphere that had left her so sleepy.
Talking for hours, drinking non-stop- what else was new-, before taking advantage of the summer heat to sit outside. The suggestion had been to sit but he had lain down on the sun lounger, beckoning for her to join. No space, not for two. If she sat on top then, well, it wouldn't be an issue. So, she had stretched across him, slowly curling into a ball as they stared into the night sky.
What little they knew of the constellations was shared- he knew more than she did. He wasn't really sure where he had learnt them from, probably school. One hand on her waist, tracing the skin that was exposed from her untucked t-shirt, the other entwined with hers, resting on his chest.
"The moon looks nice tonight," he said.
What a funny thing to say, but as she stared longer, she supposed he was right.
"Yes, it does."
Leaving an opportunity for him to say she also looked nice tonight. Flatterer. He was so lovely and wonderful and warm… She was almost asleep when he spoke again. Time for bed, perhaps, but she wanted to stay.
Eddie kissed her on the forehead. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere; we can do it again another time."
How sweet of him. Grateful, she fell asleep on top of him when they got to bed. Too preoccupied with the feeling of his body against hers to realise she had given him a dead arm.