I imagine myself lying out on a picnic blanket, feeling the imprint of each blade of grass, and the light from the sun is playing on my eyelids. The warmth of your arm under my head steadies my thoughts like an anchor for a boat, and your breath hits my skin; I can smell the chocolate you ate 5 minutes ago.
And now I'm revitalized again, even if it's only a fantasy.
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