Such skinny limbs and such a little heart
Which would have been content with one warm kiss
Had there been anyone to offer this.
--"Incendiary" by Vernon Scannell--
Jonathan had lied upon his decorative couch, reading the most recent publication of the American Psychologist Association. The feeling of lunch in his stomach along with the warmth of sunlight filtering through his office windows gave him a sense of sluggish content. He'd only closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy his rarely found relaxation, but without warning soon he was swept away.
He was not sure how long he had been napping when the sound of movement awoke him. He felt the fuzziness of sleep still embracing him, but he opened his eyes to see Rebecca silently placing a stack of folders on his desk. He shut his eyes once again as she turned around. He controlled his breathing to still appear asleep as he heard her near him.
He felt her heat at his side, but she didn't lean over him to wake him or say his name. Instead he heard a rustle and soon felt something covering him and her fingers brushing his chest. Then they were on his face as she removed his glasses. His heart skipped a beat at the gentle caress of her fingertips.
He cracked his eyes enough to see the soft smile on her lips before she turned and silently left. She had pulled the blanket from the top of the couch and covered him. He smiled in childish contentment with a heart that felt light. Scarecrow was unusually quiet, but Jonathan wasn't particularly disturbed by this. Instead he relished the silence and closed his eyes to be stolen by slumber again.