By cricket Date: 3 March 1998
Quietly opening the door to his room the night air rushes past her, finally free of it's boundaries. Walking slowly to his bedside gazing down at him, see's him sleeping, unaware or her visit. Standing close to him now his breath warms her bare skin, as she pulls back the covers. Silently sliding into his dreams not wanting to disturb him, or the bond he is weaving.