[Good. Good. She shivers like before at the feeling against her collar, though there's less of the desperation--it's hard not to feel the same dreamy softness as the world around her...harder not to give in to the exhaustion she feels, too comfortable to struggle against it. She nuzzles into the fluff of his hair, taking advantage of the feeling while it's here]
[It's a simple smell, clean - she recognizes his shampoo, probably. He snuggles in closer as the ambient glow begins to dim and then fade away.]
[The changing room is gone; there is the vague impression of blankets overhead, and the couch beneath them has lost its shape, replaced by mounds of fabric.]
[Then it drifts away entirely, and the dream is gone.]
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[The changing room is gone; there is the vague impression of blankets overhead, and the couch beneath them has lost its shape, replaced by mounds of fabric.]
[Then it drifts away entirely, and the dream is gone.]