Sailing into Nothing Together (Wip1)

I enjoy the intimate feeling of surrendering your body, slowly into slumber. You feel your head get drowsy, your nerves exhaling, your existence and consciousness melt into a softened butter, and you let it all happen.

I've always loved the idea of this feeling being seen as an wonderful adventure you take on, as if the surreal sensation of slowly falling asleep were the travelings to another place as you leave your body behind. And that when you do this with someone else you care about, close at your side or up against you, I love the thought that you're taking this adventure together.

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This is Feargus and Dale, under the sycamore tree by the river on a late afternoon sometime between summer and autumn, falling asleep together. It looks like Dale beat Feargus to it, but Feargus isn't far behind.

They've been meeting up at this special spot that no one but them knows of, for years. They've grown a little more comfortable with each other and themselves. Time moves slow here. They're enjoying the warmth of each other against the gentle refreshing breezes, while they slowly surrender themselves to slumber to the tune of the slow river, the soft rustling leaves above them, and buzzing of the insect life around them.

Feargus is nodding off, but not fighting it. That moment just before falling into complete sleep, not even self aware. Yet he notices his senses firing off sporadic flickers of pleasures; the soft warm fur against his fingertips, the soft heartbeat against his side, the sounds of nature absent of man around him, the subtle scent of the little dog's wet nose, and his swelling heart from the almost profound discovery that this is exactly where he should be right now, and with the exact right person. It all blends together in a lullaby until he's asleep.