Outside the window, the artificial sun orb had begun turning a deep, warm orange, signaling it would turn off any minute now and plunge the realm into its magnificent artificial night.
But Titania?
She was still talking.
And somehow—through all the stories and pauses and quiet moments—I was now sitting at the head of her bed, my back resting comfortably against the flat branches that served as the headboard.
My legs were spread wide enough for her to fit between them.
And she sat with her back pressed fully against my chest, her small body nestled right into me, and my arms wrapped loosely around her torso, hands resting on her stomach.
It was an incredibly heartwarming position to be in—very intimate without demand, and comforting without expectation.
