Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. A final swell drifts into soft silence. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
Curtain light stretches across the bed and steadies the room. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
