He was dreaming he knew he was but it was one of those dreams where he could feel consciousness hazy, drifting around the edges of his sleeping state.
The earth is warm next to my ear
Insects noise is all that I hear
A magic trick makes the world disappear
The skies are dark, they're dark but they're clear
A distant motorcade and suddenly there's joy
The snow and tickertape blurs all my senses numb
It's like the finish line where everything just ends
The crack of radios seems close enough to touch //
The radio clicked on in the room; obviously she had forgotten to reset it because neither of them was going into work today. They were going to lie here and make love and talk. Talk everything out until all was calm in their world.
Thoughts of that nature disturbed his peacefulness, and he drifted from the dream with heavy thoughts of all the things he still had to put right.
Cold water, cleaning my wounds
A side parade, with a single balloon
I'm done with this, I'm counting to ten
Blue as seas, running to them //
But, he reflected as he shifted onto his side and gazed at the expanse of smooth, ivory back exposed to him, she was there, within his reach. He just had to make her see how much he loved her. The way it was brimming over in his heart, that shouldn't be too much of a problem. She would read it in his eyes before he could open his mouth. That was how amazing his girl was.
She shifted in semi-wakefulness as he ran a hand over the intricate cross on her lower back. "Gibbs," she murmured with a sleepy smile, turning onto her side to mirror his position, facing him.
I feel like I am watching everything from space
And in a minute I hear my name and I wake
I think the finish line's a good place we could start
Take a deep breath, take in all that you could want //
"Good Morning," he whispered, with a tender smile.
"Morning," she replied, against his lips.
Postcards flittered gently in the breeze, blowing off of the hall table, coming to rest against the waste paper basket.
End
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