I lie suddenly in my current bed in my current home. The lamp to my right partially lights the room; it’s late at night. There’s a book in my lap. I glance casually to the figure beside me.
His long, dark, gray-streaked locks fall across his shoulder. Long fingers scratch idly at the matching beard. There’s a glint of humor in the down cast eyes; a corner of his mouth quirks. My eyes wander from his eyes, down the long nose, across the smiling lips and finally over the broad, bare chest. A mat of dark hair trails over hard muscle and out of view. Propped on his right elbow, he shifts a bit.
He glances up at me, blue eyes questioning.
I motion at the lamp. “Do you have enough light?”
Thorin glances back at his book. “I’m fine.”
***
This is what my Catholic upbringing has done to me. Sigh.
What’s with the sighing? It was lovely and you’re writing, hurray for that! I for one wouldn’t kick a reading Thorin out of my bed. 😉 I hope your time away continues to provide you with more inspiration.
Butit’s a real dream!
Okay, so it would be better if a Thorin dream involved something a little more RAcy than reading. However, having written out my own dreams on occasion, I know it can be a pain in the butt. So I’m still cheering for the fact that you are writing!
Surely even a Catholic upbringing allows a little cuddling 🙂
😀 Love it!
A reading Thorin in bed, what a nice dreamlet now in a short story.
Very sweet! A tender moment shared so beautifully!
Just relax and enjoy the spectacle that is offered to you. Are his blue eyes as magnificent as they seem to be? What a wonderful real dream!
Lovely dream. 🙂
uhmm..tell me about it 😉
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Well, it could have been worse. Your Catholic upbringing at least let you read your books in bed together. You could have been in a library, or a Starbucks. I liked your micro story.