The Breathing Of A Man Asleep
His voice is a gentle breeze against her ear. It wisps over her skin, warm and subtle, but strong enough to alert her to his presence. It soothes her.
She inhales, breathes his scent in, exhales. She can feel him do the same though his breathing is even where hers is drawn out; his is the breathing of a man asleep.
She allows her eyes to flutter slowly open.
The light is dim, soft. It filters in through the window, bathes them in pale shades of colour. It illuminates the lines of his face, the angle of his jaw.
She reaches a finger out, draws a faint line along his cheek.
He swallows and shifts at the contact, but remains oblivious to the world outside of his own mind.
A smile plays at her lips.
Nestling back down under the covers, she shares in his warmth. She closes her eyes once more.
His breath warms her face as she drifts back off to sleep.
fin.