""Such an easy cop out, that word, pouted out so easy, do you even know the meaning?" He quickly apologized with his eyes. "What is there to gain from worry? Is that mystery just as much a fantasy? Would you not rather realize this?" He peaked under the covers, "You weren't so worried moments ago."
She stole the covers and turned away from him. "Are you not worried?"
He hugged her from behind and spoke softly in her ear. "Whatever lay out there be strong. Tomorrow we could all be gone, but here we are. When the moment comes where will we draw comfort? Do you not recall a wish to sooth the most troubled days? Don't let your fear steal this warmth, nor the fears of others."
She turned to him and grinned.
He brushed her cheek, "Yearn to know this feeling. Let it rush into your skin. If this isn't real than what is? What found sensations in imagination, don't deny or fail to recognize its truth."