I think that for a while, there were a lot of times when I felt like maybe I should've been doing something—anything—but strangely enough, just lying there and doing absolutely nothing had its own kind of soothing charm. Almost like the world could burn and I'd still feel fine.
My weird girlfriend, Isiliraiellyn, was sprawled across my lap under the shade of a tree. People kept staring at us as they passed, their eyes full of judgment, throwing looks sharp enough to pierce through. But honestly? I couldn't care less. Their opinions meant nothing to me. We just did what we wanted, and we'd been in that position for almost an hour now.
Her head rested gently on my lap, her chest rising and falling softly as she slept.
