Interpreter of melodies

He sang to me, and I fell asleep.

Not because I was bored of him,

or tired even.

Quite the contrary, in fact,

as I had never known contentment

quite like in that moment.

I had never felt such tranquility,

as when I was cocooned in him;

tangled in the hair

on his arms.

He is fictitious,

and I am dreaming,

but his song remains

as poignant as it always had.


via Daily Prompt: Melody

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