"I think of you as a dream," Swiss laying on Aether's chest, feeling up his fur. "You're something warm and inviting. You're something I look forward to, and something I dread to lose."
It's silent for a moment, Aether's thumb rubbing circles in Swiss' shoulder to comfort. "I don't think I'm ready to let my dream die."
All it takes is for Swiss to open his eyes and be in his cold bed, cradling a pillow to his head and body yearning for touch did he realize that his dream has been long gone.













