Scribble: The Album Leaf came on Pandora.

      The salty spray tickled unshaven cheeks, as dark eyes drifted between puffs of white above. Hands bundled in the pockets of a worn, weathered hoodie, the wanderer just sighed, leaning against a dented car door. Morning light danced on the shimmering waters just beyond the old safety rail, gentler than the blinding reflection from the hood and roof behind him, but still slipping little needles of light into his eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a gull cried out, the half-mocking laughter of a bird who knows no other sounds.
      "Are we almost ready?" came a gentle voice from behind, as the wanderer turned to see wind-tousled locks, splayed over shoulders, and eyes deeper than any ocean.
      She was smiling so brightly, he wasn't sure if he squinted from the harsh light off the roof. "I think so," he finally said, a smile slipping onto his stubbly face. "Let's go."
      A scene ended. An adventure began.

Scribble: I haven't been writing much lately.

      With a sigh, she slipped further into the cool, relaxing waters, as far overhead, the silhouette of some feathered traveler glided slowly into view. In but a matter of hours, fireflies would be beginning their evening duties of mirroring the stars, only to be swept-up in the frenzied dance of summer. For now, the lingering warm breeze reminded the nymph that the sun was still out, just barely hiding behind the verdant giants across the waters.
      With a smile, she closed the deep azure pools of her eyes, a faint giggle slipping past her lips and into the warm, calming air. Soon, she'd have to find her clothes and her way back to the tent. But for now, she thought, opening her eyes to gaze out at the water, this is just fine...

Flash Fiction: Something from nothing.

      Static flashed upon the screen, as the sound of gentle breathing faded into the scratchy electronic shriek. Nestling into the gently rising-and-falling chest beneath her head, the young girl squeezed her living pillow tightly in her sleep, just as a crocheted blanket slipped haphazardly from her shoulders. Shivering ever so slightly, she barely felt a pair of arms wrapping firmly, but gently around her, pulling her closer into the soft, warm body below. Stirring but briefly, the dreamer simply nuzzled deeper into her lover's chest, as a pair of lips sleepily pressed against her pillow.
      Just beyond the dusty window pane, the thick clouds of night rolled and flashed, thunderously bellowing for the coming storm. Soon, the gentle sound of rain filled the air, mingling with the static and the swoons of dreams, as smiles slid onto slumbering lips...

Scribble: This one made me blush.

      Delicate fingers tickled her skin, tracing unseen patterns and gentle shapes, as sunlight danced tenderly across her back. The blankets and pillows, in all their shyness, had slipped away in the night, leaving her wrapped only in the familiar pair of arms, her head resting comfortably on her lover's breast. As her eyelids fluttered open, she could see the blurred shape of a smile, and a pair of half-open eyes gazing into her own.
      "G'morning, sleepyhead," cooed the sweet melody, as a pair of familiar lips soon found their way to her own. Hearing the gentle beating of her lover's heart, the sleepyhead found her lips curling into a smile, as fingertips flowed through her long, disheveled locks with the greatest of ease.
      Still half-asleep, she slipped back to her warmest of pillows, gently kissing the soft skin awaiting her. "How are you so warm?" she purred, nuzzling deeper into her lover's chest, squeezing her arms tightly around her pillow's supple hips.
      "I love you," came the sweet melody, tickling the sleepyhead's ears, "how else am I supposed to be, so wrapped-up in you?"
      A sly little grin slipping onto her face, the sleepyhead squeezed tighter, pulling their bodies even closer. "You're simply too sweet, y'know," the sleepyhead cooed, her lips following unseen patterns across her pillow's skin. "Simply too good to me, my sweetest dream..." she whispered, before words faded away, lost in the sunlight's warm embrace.

Scribble: My dream.

      Little flecks of white gently drift through the chill night air, tiny shavings from fallen stars come to rest upon the ground. High above the dreamers, a thousand silent watchers float endlessly beyond the clouds, peering through unseen gaps to the entwined lovers far below. Even the wind calms, playful fingers no longer slipping between folds of cloth, waiting for the moment to grant the breeze its blessing.
      Standing together in each other's arms, the two let little specks of white fall leisurely between them, the stream from their breath casually tickling the lenses before their eyes. A hand strays away from the warmth of her back, delicately slipping fingers around the wire frames, as another strays from his, gracefully joining him in freeing pairs of longing, loving eyes. A laugh slips between the steam, the satisfying clink of metal on wood ringing quietly in the air as a sound of liberation.
      The snow stops, the last few glimmers of frozen stars drifting gently to the tops of heads and shoulders. Neither notices, locked in love's warm embrace, lips bringing them above the clouds, to be home again in the night sky. Cheeks flush, passions flare and bask in the glow of streetlights, the chill air no longer seeking to embrace the lovers, as the moment brings only smiles between kisses, gentle words carried on whispers that not even the wind dare profane.
      And somewhere, hidden from all other eyes, a streak of light flashes across the sky, a blessing for a new home, a new life, and many more moments to come.

Scribble: Nifflas' music makes me think of the good parts of winter.

      She casually flicked aside her bangs, eyes intent on gazing beyond the din of bulbs glowing brightly just above. Without even a glance, she adjusted the long scarf around her neck, lavender standing out among all the black and gray of the city at night. A smile formed on her lips, even as her neck grew stiff and sore.
      It's coming. I can feel it in the air...
      A contented sigh floated on a cloud, the vapor from her breath dissipating only after a moment. From somewhere behind her, the sounds of cars and pedestrians alike drifted into her ears. Still, her smile beamed on, eyes never leaving the sky beyond the din.
      There!
      A single speck of white drifted downward, nonchalantly passing her by. Another came, followed by another still, as soon, the whole city grew white...