A skip in my chest. Warmth spreads from the center, tendrils flowing toward my shoulders.
My arms curl around myself in reaction. I sigh, closing my eyes, and suddenly you are there with me.
A hand flows with my hair, drawing gently on my neck to bring me into you. I feel your face to my cheek. Your lips gently press into my shoulder, and a shiver spreads behind my ear down to my back.
The fan swirls air about me. The tease takes me back to dreaming.
Dreaming of happiness. Dreaming of adventures.
Dreaming of sitting next to you as I sit and write. To feel your shoulder against mine.
To hear your breath, a sniff, to watch you create worlds of your own as I create mine.
To taste your flesh. To feel your lips to mine.
Projecting you into my daily routine. I get lost in the idea. It causes me to stop.
It distracts me. Suddenly my mind goes blank. And when it does, it fills with you.