The grudging couple finally allow the sunlight to rouse them from their sleep. She holds his hand; he holds her close. They hold on to these last few moments together.
Skin scent, clean touch, down down down until oh. Tick tock silently, almost doesn't exist, except for the persistence of the outside world. Voices and laughter, doors closing heavily; but inside here, there is only rustling of sheets, arching of spines, quivering.
It never really ends, when you think about it. Because you think about it. That's the beauty, and the danger, of a mind.
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