70. Giddiness
He was fondest of the image of her leaning over him, her eyes lit from within by a strange and glowing contentedness, her torso stretched out leanly and the small, inviting depression at the base of her spine, welcoming the heavy warmth of his palms. It wasn't an image he was rewarded with often, but he cherished it nonetheless.
Similar to it, and perhaps infinitely more precious, was that faint and tender memory he had of her slumbering deeply in the hollow his body had left on their bed, her form wrapped warmly in one of his old, oversized shirts.