The Song: Chasing Cars, by Snow Patrol
The Characters: Frank and Alice Longbottom
The Inspiration: Let's waste time / Chasing cars / Around our heads
The Rating: T
The Disclaimer: Rated T for non-explicit sexual activities.
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blue meadows and purple fields
Wandering the blue meadow of his mind, Frank (is that his name? It's what people say when talking to him… He's not sure) sees someone. She's small, and mousy- who is she? She's beautiful- that's all he knows.
Alice (for she had long ago given up learning her real name, because it couldn't at all be Alice) is skipping through her purple field, happy that the is ball up in the blue there is shiny. She loves the field, and loves the man who's also in her field. She's never seen him before! Who is he?
"Hello," they chorus, smiling like happy children.
"Do you come here often?" he asks, vaguely remembering this as some formality somewhere.
She leans forward, and kisses him on the lips. Formalities are trodden upon as they kiss, arms twisting around each other, fingers searching, touching, caressing. Lips move as one, and bodies dance in half-remembered steps.
They make love in the blue meadow, in the purple field. It fills them both with such a feeling of right-ness that they don't question what's happening.
Lying in the sunlight, in each other's arms, they fall asleep.
In the cold sterile world, they lie in a bed together, in a long-lost ward, happy, and lucid in the world of dreams.