I bask in the neatness of the sun and allow the tentacles of light to paint my back and neck with warmth and gentleness."Darling" I whisper as my eye lids weigh down and I fold in the battle against afternoon slumber.
Tall grass.
Summer clothes.
Larks.
Honey Suckle.
To stop this very moment in time would in all true and meaningful connertations place me in perfect harmony with self and surrounding. Jesus, to rewind the short walk to the meadow, the childish horse-play, the feel of her legs - sharp, though only slightly, from a shave in the bathtub last night - my inner arms amplifying the smallest stubble. The rolled shirts propped under our heads as we lay supine.
She provides no answer as she has already passed over into the abyss of sunlit sleep.
My eyes have won.
"Darling" I whisper.
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