Author's Note: This particular drabble was inspired by a picture [purety-dot-jp/flowers/main2/gc33-dot-jpg] - replacing the [-dot-]s. I hope you enjoy; this was a difficult piece to think of.

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rise and fall

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She wakes up to the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His arms are strewn about like limp noodles. His legs are propped against the arm of the couch. There is a stream of drool from the side of his mouth, extending all the way to the base of his neck.

She doesn't remember falling asleep like this. She's curled against his stomach, legs against his side, arm over his shoulder. It takes her a moment to realize that she's still wearing the summer dress that she'd put on the previous evening. He's in a white shirt and slacks.

She recalls getting in early last night; it had been the microwave dinner kind of night - popping a dish of pasta, macaroni, and broccoli into the microwave and watching sitcoms as they ate. Gold had been oddly quiet; perhaps the get-together with the others had worn him out. Crystal didn't mind, relishing the peace and quiet for once.

As always, the volume on the television slowly declined as their interest waned, and their sitting positions reclined from upright to... Well, to their current position. Apparently, they've fallen asleep.

Understanding what had occurred, Crystal glances to the window. The predawn light filters through white curtains like the lamps on the bottom of a Koi pond. The mantle over the fireplace holds a variety of trinkets and decorations as well; Crystal's porcelain vase filled with wildflowers, juxtaposed to a statue of a typhlosion that Cold had bought at a flea market. Peculiar, strange items, meaning nothing except love.

There's a clock somewhere in the mantle as well, but she doesn't really care. Instead, she settles back into Gold's chest and sinks into sleep. For now, she can rest.