Outstretched arms inviting a thief. Offering a moment.
The warm weight of trust unreserved. The moment is mine. Close my eyes, dive right in. Sink deep. Our heads together; the meaning of peace.
Warm sun on our skin, soft breeze. Distant noise like a hazy soundtrack: lawnmower, laughter, birdsong, traffic. Warm breath moving miniature lungs.
Every sensation is treasured - to be bottled, if it would. Every muscle suspended in animation to preserve our bubble.
This stolen moment so freely given heals me more than all others.
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