The moon is full tonight. He could tell because of its reflection in the small perfect lakes of her eyes. He could also see it in the precise angle of her chin that she held aloft, not letting it reattach to her neck like she often does while sleeping. The serenity of the night around her was portrayed through her fingertips, softly playing with the grass under her relaxed frame. She gazed at the pre-dawn sky and he could see all the thoughts race around her head like the million shooing stars he has never seen. The way her toes tickle each other, seemingly separate bodies from their united being of her...
The moon was full and the night was ending just as soon as it started. The million stars and thoughts became less than brilliant and he saw the frown spread across her luscious face, charcoal lines in the sand. He wanted to touche her, keep her in this safe place of dreams and calm.
But he couldn't. He wasn't quite real.
But was she either?
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