A mischievous look darts from widened blue eyes, for no other reason than to give a mischievous look. A multitude of self pleasure coupled with a smug giggle and a tumbling of limbs to secret places.
A happiness which does not dissipate. It grows and flexes and transforms... Clings in sleep, to eyes heavy and lulled by music with brightest connotations.
Dreams of lips and sighs and smiles and embraces...
Heretofore affections never felt, attentions never received, until that perfect time. Perfect moment, things good transform into goodness beyond words.