Scribble: I really should be sleeping right now...

      The valley had been still that night, as only the gentle rustling of the woody hills above hinted at a breeze. Traces of clouds drifted at the edge of the sky, as stars emerged, little by little, from the ever-darkening aether. Far above the slumbering valley, the twin moons rose above the horizon, mismatched spheres vying for control of the night.
      Moonlight glinting off its slender frame, the stargazer perched between the trees of the hills, nothing more than a sapling hidden among giants. With a hand lightly resting upon a nearby trunk, the silent watcher scanned the night sky, its eyes clicking and whirring with each shift in focus. As a gentle breeze slipped through pliant, verdant limbs, a mechanical sigh slipped into its wake, followed by the sound of footsteps.
      "What brings you up here, Lon?" came a soft, tender voice, with all the warmth of familiar fingertips. Stepping quietly into the moonlight, the young girl casually brushed a stray silver lock from her face, her eyes never leaving the slender figure before her. "Everyone else is already asleep or on standby for the night..."
      "My apologies, Lana," chirped a pleasant, tinny voice, as the stargazer's curious eyes turned toward the newcomer. Helping her into the narrow space beside it, the mechanical watcher placed a steadying hand upon the girl's back, as she climbed into one of the higher branches.
      "I simply wanted to observe something I hadn't before," it continued, returning its gaze to the endless sea of stars above. "Archivists only have the opportunity to store data; rarely do we ever get to collect it ourselves."
      With a smile, the young girl nodded at the slender stargazer beside her, letting one leg dangle playfully from her new-found perch. "I suppose it's something else to see stars and moons for yourself, having only known pure data all your life," she softly said, as another breeze tousled her long locks.
      The quiet sound of a synthetic sigh pulled her eyes back to her companion, its own gaze unbroken.
      "That is true, Lana," came the wistful reply, "yet, what I observe, if my understanding is correct . . . is beauty."
      Silence slipped into the air between them, as an uncertain smile wavered, just before beaming with the brightness of the stars themselves. "Yes," Lana whispered, her eyes drifting back to the endless sea above, "it is."
      Without another word, the young girl nestled into her perch, as the twin moons continued to rise into the sky, filling the valley with gentle, silver light.

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: "One in a million streets."

      Dancing between the streetlights, her toes barely touching the soft blanket of white below, the dreamer giggled as tiny dancers of white fell gently on her palms. With a smile brighter than any star, she twirled around a lamppost, her silent audience ever vigilant in its stillness, its watchful gaze illuminating her every step. Long, silver locks flowing in the air, the dreamer suddenly paused, smiling, her eyes shining in the light of the moon.
      Where will you be, she thought, as cold, soft fingertips slid stray locks behind her ear, my someone just for me?
      With another giggle, she wrapped her arms tightly around her body, a gentle wind sweetly flicking a stray lock out of place. Her smile ever brighter, a swoon slipped past her lips, the little sigh slipping and dancing in the falling snow.
      And will you, just once, let me be the one to lead? she thought again, giggling, as her toes took to flight once more...

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: Sometimes, you just gotta be free.

      She looks up at the sky, shimmering eyes drifting between the scattered points of light. Toes crunching on the gravel, she falls back to lean on her steed, the engine block still warm to the touch. A streak of light flashes across the sky and her tired face, as a quiet laugh slips from behind her smile.
      Somewhere in the distance, ashes of photographs and letters drift in the midnight air, carried aloft by laughter...

Scribble: Once again, turning video game music into an excuse for sap.

      She smiled that usual smile, the one reserved only for a single someone, as she nuzzled deeper into an all-too-inviting coat. Swaying with each jerk of the train, the would-be dreamer slid an arm tightly around her lover's sleeve, trying to steady herself with minimal effort. Without a word, a slender hand soon fell atop her own, as her lover's face rested atop her head, her long, brown locks tickling her exposed cheek.
      “I'm not a pillow,” the would-be dreamer mumbled, the words slipping between consciousness and slumber.
      “Says the girl currently using my chest for the same thing,” came the playfully tired reply, as a laugh drifted slowly into the air.
      “You're lucky you're cute,” came another mumble, as the sleepyhead nuzzled deeper into the coat's soft, warm fabric, giving the sleeve another gentle tug.
      The ringing of the train kept silence from creeping in, as the only pair of open eyes stared beyond the scratched and weathered glass. Moments passed, as the sounds of the train soon faded away, emerging from the tunnel and into the clear, starry night.
      With a sigh, she gave the sleepyhead's little hand a squeeze, a bright smile beaming upon her tired face. “You're missing a beautiful night,” she teased, leaning over to kiss the dreamer's silver locks, open eyes never drifting from the sea of stars.
      “I beg to differ...” whispered the dreamer, giving her lover's hand a squeeze in return, just as slumber stole her away...

Scribble: I haven't written anything sweet in a while, and Junk Science's "Bancroft" is playing...

      Her bangs fall gracefully over her eyes, just long enough to hide the round, brown orbs from the streetlight. A bashful smile falls soon after, sweet, shy, and sincere, if the flushing cheeks are to be believed.
      Her gentle laughter flows, bubbles along a mountain stream, just enough to tickle. A slender fingertip brushes little brown locks to the side, as a certain smile reflects in certain eyes in the dim glow.
      "Really?" she asks, voice as smooth as silk, half-giggled words casting wrinkles in the sheets.
      Really.