[A random image that keeps popping into my mind from listening to the Hush Sound’s Goodbye Blues too much.]

Eyes closed, she smiles, feeling the slight rumble of his chest against her back. She loved the way they fit together like this; he sunken into the sofa, she curled up in his lap, two pieces of the puzzle interlocking. Her cheek against his heart, she hears the steady thump of it in one ear, and in the other she hears the soft melody of his voice, murmuring the familiar tune. Her lids flutter open as she struggles to stay awake, focusing on the soft lines of light that sneak in through the windowpane, painted a dusty golden rose in the fading sun. The soft melody makes her drowsy, but she always refuses to fall asleep, trying to savor the moment.

But she never can. She feels his rough fingertips absently running through her hair, and she snuggles closer to him, a soft sigh of contentment escaping through her lips. Her eyes shut once more, and she drifts off, the melody still sounding in her ears.