Jul 17, 2020
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
The sky began to melt into an ombre of colors that reminded him of cotton candy. The blues and pinks swirling together beneath the remaining hints of orange. Not a cloud marked the sky and the sun glowed like a floating beacon. It was a gorgeous sight and he wishes he was more alert, more awake to fully appreciate it. Smiling he watched the change happen through sleepy eyes. He felt comfortable, heavy, far more relaxed than he’s been in a long time. There wasn't even an underlying, nagging need to do something, anything. All he felt was...
Peace.