He was on his back, sprawled across her soft bed, while she occupied the crook of his arm.

The room was dark with only a few dim street glows and two twin shafts of reflected moonlight to see.

Her breathing was deep and slow. Her hair spread across his chest and arms. His chest rose and fell with each moment passed. Her face, so perfect and beautiful, moved up and down with his rhythms.

They exchanged whispered banter and playful expressions of satisfaction. The two of them were entwined with each other. Legs and arms and sticky genitals, not to mention the melding of mutually sleepy minds.

The dark enveloped them and wrapped them in sleep.

The two had dreams which were wildly different but equally pleasant. The world moved and swirled about and without them.

While the two, the man and the woman, slept peaceably in their love, they managed to ignore all of the endless distractions which plagued the universe. They ignored all the things that were not.

They put aside everything but love.