Maisie lay beside her lover, cuddled up, the little spoon. It was silent in their apartment. No music or TV on. Just the quiet and still of the night.
Maisie lay there, feeling safe and protected in her lover’s embrace, in the warmth of their bodies together, in the quiet that was a balm to her, that she didn’t realize she needed.
She drifted off to sleep, her mind and her soul still, and so content and at peace. For once, she’d have beautiful dreams.
