Welcome to my Six Sentences on Sunday! This excerpt is taken from Chapter 20 of my book, Tenderfoot.
Andrew turned off the music and lights, stripping down to his boxer briefs in the dark. He tugged the bedding back and I carefully slid my bruised body over the bed to rest against the wall. Andrew joined me, pulling the duvet over us. We cuddled together in the faint light from the window.
As I drifted into sleep, I imagined I saw a faint gossamer string stretched between us, shimmering in the dim light. Was this a dream?