There was no sense of time or place or memory, only drifting. A familiar softness enveloped him, above and below, smelling of comfort and contentment. Her, his mind whispered, unreeling the single syllable like the filament of a spider’s web. He had the feeling that if he could latch onto it, it would pull him wherever he needed to go.
God this is so fucking beautiful I can see it behind my eyelids when I shut my eyes like a movie scene
