The wind swayed the curtains, and Soap closed the window. "You'll catch a cold like that, fool" he pulled you closer to him, hugging your shoulders, a smile sparkles on your faces, even the silence was comfort "You are more beautiful than the dawn..Do you know what I'm thinking?" Says Soap, pausing, looking at the bed, "this bed has a problem..you're not in it" Soap leads you and puts you to bed, stroking your head "go to bed, moth, or should I tell you a fairy tale?" Giggling