Night faded into morning as the credits began to roll. The film had reached its end, but the girl, lost in her subliminal utopia, took no notice. The boy could tell she had slipped away. He had known from the moment her breathing began to settle into a slow, steady rhythm that she was drifting.
Now she was gone, almost entirely unaware of her surroundings. The boy, his arm around her, dared not move for fear of disturbing the passive dreamer. He remained still as he kept a silent vigil over her, pulling the girl closer when she stirred as if troubled by an unwelcome vision.
The boy's eyelids grew steadily heavier until he finally allowed them to fall shut. It wasn't long before sleep had staked claim on him too. His head slowly lolled to the side, finding a place to reast atop her's.
The minutes seemed to tick by as slowly as hours, and hours as days. The moment was endless. Time, it seemed,