Lizzy0305

I'm floating around in that happy, mellow space that slots just between sleep and consciousness; not quite awake, but not entirely sleeping either. Right now it's a lovely place to be, warm and quiet and comfortable. I'm lying on my side against something soft, but also somewhat firm, head elevated. A bed, perhaps, with a pillow… but I don't care to analyze the situation too far. There's nothing to complain about. There is a slight weight against the upper side of my face. I would liken it to a hand with long, slim fingers, which brush with lovely tenderness against my skin, the fingers coiling into or smoothing over my hair in a repeti