Surreal

She laid back on the sweet-smelling grass, her head resting on his chest, his hat tossed to the side. The summer night was warm and the stars were bright. She shut her eyes and sighed contentedly. She could hear his heart beating; she smirked slightly at its mildly-erratic rhythm. If someone had told her last spring that she would end up with this stubborn, curt, antisocial cowboy—why, she would have laughed at them. It was funny how fate worked sometimes.