"I love you too, my darling," she said, resting her head against his chest, feeling his arms around her and relaxing.
Poppy gradually fell asleep in his arms, her face becoming sterner in sleep. She tipped her chin slightly, and her forehead rested on his chest.
She murmured lightly, her frame warm against his. She felt almost birdlike, small and thin, but she also felt strong and sure. She fit perfectly against him, and she turned her head into his chest.
"Ach. I'm sorry, my love," she said, sighing. "I fall asleep quite frequently. Have you noticed that?"
He stood up, offering a hand. It has grown to be evening, and yellow light filtered down through the trees.
She squeezed his hand. "My mother used to call this time of day the 'pink minute'," she said thoughtfully.
"Yeah," she said thoughtfully. "It's right after the sun dips over the horizon, and the whole sky is pink."
