She could not believe it. Even as she opened her eyes and looked at his calm, sleepy face mere inches from hers, she could not believe her good fortune. She reached out and gently touched his nose with her forefinger. It felt real. She gently ran her finger along his thin, blonde eyebrow. That felt real, too. She breathed in deeply. His smell, fresh and light, like fresh laundry, was very real. She leaned in and kissed him, softly, on the forehead. The solidity of his skin against her lips comforted him.
Perhaps, she thought, as she moved closer to, cuddled into her pillow and closed her eyes, it was time to start believing.
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