Warmth.

His sight blurred, his mind blanketed out as a tiring day falls itself into M.
He nodded slowly, as he entered a frail state of a slow but diminishing dream.

The cold air breeze swept in from the near empty train, shivering thereafter.
But her warmth.
Her soothing and smooth hands gently pushed against his hands.
Grasping it softly and never letting go.
He smiled, ever so happy as the train slowly but eventually reaching the end of its destination.

January 2012