He woke up encased in her bed. In the half-light, half-awakening, he pulled his nose to the sheets and inhaled deeply.
It smelled like pine, and he felt a tingle up his spine and the prickle of the green needles tickle and dance down his skin and through his body. He thought of her softly, but her image receded as the fantastical and mythic beasts of Dream pawed at his mind.
And he wilted and succumbed, slumbering in a cocoon of distraction made with her sheets.
She came back in, hearing his deliberate shuffling; disappointed to find his closed eyes and heavy breathing.>