A Boat Sailing Toward Dreamland

The stream in the little woods was a wonderful place to escape the summer heat.

Especially the large rock lying by the bank; it was perfect for cooling off.

A light breeze came through the trees along the stream, carrying a pleasant coolness mixed with water vapor, the kind that easily drew people in.

If sitting side by side grew tiring, Vizet and Luna would change posture too, shifting their positions a little and sitting back to back on the big rock.

To sit back to back, they had to rely on feeling, moving closer to each other bit by bit until their shoulders touched lightly;

It was like a signal, like a fishing boat finding the lighthouse that guided it, finally able to set its mind at ease;

Vizet and Luna's bodies relaxed even more, their waists leaning into each other as well, until their backs were pressed fully together.

Luna's body was very soft, and her back felt even more like fine silk. Vizet could feel a faint warmth passing through their clothes and into him;

It was a marvelous feeling, like the light breeze in the woods at that moment, brushing gently over his skin and carrying an intoxicating sense of peace;

As long as Vizet tilted his head slightly, he could hear Luna's breathing, as gentle as a murmur.

Vizet's back pressed closely against Luna, and Luna could feel that solidity. It was like a comfortable armchair; no matter how she leaned against it, she would be wrapped in warmth;

Luna could not help yawning. That indescribable sense of safety let her lean back willfully, without needing to worry about anything else at all;

She could feel every rise and fall of Vizet's back, the rhythm of his breathing, steady and strong, and each one made