These Small Hours

Sunlight in the Shadows

She could feel the sunlight warming her skin, could smell the sweet aroma of flowers and feel the gentle prickle of the grass under her. She could feel the warmth of his hand pressed into hers as they lay side by side in some unknown field of flowers.

It had to be his doing. Her dreams were always filled with blood, and darkness, and laughing faces chasing her. This was like him, warm and welcoming. It must be one of his memories, a place he knew. It all felt so real. All the sensations were so real.

She would yell at him in the morning for invading her dreams without permission, but for now she gently squeezed his hand in thanks and kept her eyes closed.

Author's Note: A special thank you to "PenNameSmith" for such a great review!