Morpheus had waited for days, hours on this morning not sure he should reveal himself. There was a gleam to this morning. The lamppost moist from the dew and the morning sunlight woke him. He had to take the chance; the resting of his heart was with him. She is his omphalos.
Troy stood there gazing at him, seeing the light in his eyes gleam, feeling the warmth of his fingers and the slowing down of his heartbeats. She had the sensation that she knew him. It calmed and centered her somehow. What a beautiful morning.
By Pamelap
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I am a Texas transplant from Virginia Beach and I love family, food, and entertaining with friends! On any given weekend you will find me out enjoying the city having dining & sipping moments with family and friends.
Besides being a foodie and an avid sports fan, l love writing as well!
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Beautiful
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Thank you 🙏🏽 this was fun and I am happy about my continued writing to Lamppost and Morpheus and Troy! 🤗💕
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I accidentally typed Tory, but just corrected the mistake. I do like the name: Tory too! 😋🤭
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That happens! 😎
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Lovely!
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Thank you 🙏🏽 so much! I am really enjoying this storyline!
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Wonderful descriptions of place and feelings!
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Thank you! I am glad you like that and l appreciate your encouragement! 🙏🏽💝
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