He was lying beside her. She had wrapped both arms around his neck, her eyes firmly closed. They passionately kissed caressing each other. He told her little secrets about his love for her and she returned his affection. They were in that heaven on earth where only lovers can be.
When she heard her alarm clock she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Then she kissed her cushion a last time, patted it goodbye and got up.
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