I was dizzy with everything I wanted, my dreams trying to paint themselves in my mind all at once. Noël rested his fingers over my lips. I kissed the tips and smiled. Sleep claimed me shortly after, and, behind my eyelids, brushstrokes of a future with Noël took vivid shape, all of my dreams filled in with sunlight. Those reveries cradled me past dawn, but when I woke, I was alone.
