On such a small and uncomfortable couch , from which feet dangling over forever, no matter how tall you are. And she was lying on a large folding sofa, which was pinned back to him.
And she was asleep.
Her feet were somewhere on the level of his chest, and his knees looked into his eyes. It seemed to him that he felt her whole body, that he could communicate with it while her mind was asleep while she was somewhere. It seemed he could even move her hair, if he only wanted to.
But he did not want to wake her up at all, he did not want to remind she of himself. So he closed his eyes and involuntarily began to imagine how she smelt now.
At first it seemed to him that her knees smelt almost like elbows. Then he realized that the brushes smell like a face, and the neck - like wrists. Only the hips smelt in a special way - something between the smell of the shoulders and the smell of the ribs.
You know, it happens with cities. For example, here this area in Kiev smells of Minsk Malinovka, this district in Riga - smells like Grodno Forts, and this area in Petersburg - like something between Warsaw Zhalibozh and Vilnius Zhvirinas.
So he traveled with an imaginary nose through her body until he felt that he still bumped into her shin, which did not seem to be against his presence.
He politely began to move to her bed, incidentally asking lips for each part of her body permission. But when he finally managed to hug her to finally fall asleep with pleasure ... He got up on the contrary.
And with an aversion he found that he was still lying on the couch, and his feet were still dangling over it. Only now she could not see her knees either. They hid under his blanket from him and did not want anyone to smell them.
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