Metaphysical
His bed had been so warm. The slip of sheets spread over his skin like a basket of flower petals and bath oils so comforting and washing away half of the pains of so many yesterdays. The day was glorious, as a pale, tangerine sun rose up over a landscape dotted with heavy oaks, pines, plots of grass and waking animals from the previous night. Ashlee had woken without the slightest hint of where his love Drakalen had roamed off, though half of him had a good enough guess. Bare footsteps scraped...