She closed her eyes and waited for his soothing hands to spread across her skin. Fingertips skimming across her vertebrae. Palms pressing into her muscle, like a sculptor working his clay. Her mind emptied, draining out all the worries and regrets and unspoken thoughts. She hovered above sleep like a dragonfly flirting with a pond. So this is what it's like to fly.
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