He awakens to the smell of rain. A pitter-patter on his window calms his mind as it leaves the calamity of his dreams, to the world of the self. His heartbeats slow as he takes a deep breath. His mind slow, his nerves are frozen. Locked into his own mind, he is trapped to the horrors that the mind sees. He drifts slowly back in consciousness and feels a great warmth, a single arm drawn about his chest clutching on to him with tenderness. His hand reaches for this familiar embrace. Soft to the touch he feels the warmth that his very soul feels. His heart skips. This warmth reveals his soul. This revelation slows time just enough for him. Seconds act as minuets, minuets act as hours. His hand reaches for this warmth. He is coupled with the self.
She awakens to the sound of rain, and the smell of musk and mist. Her head rested on his shoulder and her arm across his chest. Her journey to the self was peaceful. Her mind and soul are filled with peace and love, far too much for her to have on her own. She feels rough fingers gilding across her arm. She decided she would give that love to him. She opens her eyes and with that straight cold stare, she sees a gloomy forest. She froze. There it was her soul, a living scene, a cold and desolate scene. As the cold seeped into her mind, she felt those same rough fingers gliding across her arm. She follows them from the nails to the knuckles to the wrist. Then as her eyes journeyed from the wrist to the shoulder, she catches site of his eyes, a worried but caring set of eyes. She locks in. Her heart skips.
They awaken as one. The trapped mind and the dark forest come together, a lone camper in the comforting silence of the forest. He looked into her darkness and only saw the beauty in her silence. She is still and at rest with the presence of him. In the midst of this, the rain begins to fall harder. It washes over their souls, their sins. The rain cleanses their minds of their insecurities and vices. His eyes lock on hers and hers to his. Their hearts synchronize. “Hey.” she whispers as she reaches for his hand. “Hi.” he delivers with a chuckle and a smile. His eyes leave hers and look up toward the ceiling window. “The rain….” She joins him. “I know” They see water falling upon the ceiling, and the image is just as calming as the sound.