It is well past 3 AM and she cannot sleep. Her brain is full of thoughts, memories, dreams, desires, fantasies. He is laying by her side, breathing deeply, far away in his dreams. She roles to her side and extends her hand to reach him, examining the warm flesh under her touch. The back of his shoulders, his upper back, manly muscles she adores, his side so firm yet soft. She bends over and buries her nose in his curly hair. Ah! The love she feels for him.
Where is he now? What is he doing? What is he seeing? What is he experiencing?
So far way physically, yet always near in her thoughts.