Moments – I

She was wrapped around him, their hands and feet tangled in a complex weave. The distant sound of chirping birds overshadowed by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She shifted her head and watched him sleep. His face a canvas of peace, serenity and innocence, his imperfections being her idea of perfection. She traced a path lightly down his face and lips with her fingertips and vaguely thought she had to be all kinds of lucky, to be lying here right next to him. A small smile played around her lips, a smile only a person to have experienced that sort of love would ever understand.

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