Showers

Water freckles slid across his tiny face: a minute of peace surrounded them both. She held him against her as the water ran across their bodies, his eyelashes stuck together as he tried to blink through the shower rain. The many ways the day ahead could go ran through her tired head. She closed her eyes and let him scratch away at her skin and slap at her face playfully. Just five more minutes she thought. Lets just stay in here for five more minutes: Where we are both safe from each other with each other and the world can’t tell us what to do.

 

 

 

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