I awoke to the sight of butterflies floating in fugal formation above me. Their flutterings the only thing disturbing the stillness of the air.

I closed my eyes and heard their delicate flitterings, their wings wafting in a strange aroma that dashed me back to a time immemorial.

As I allowed myself to be intoxicated by their colloquy of scents and sounds, a faint sigh interrupted. And I felt her gentle fingers reach for my chest. And I sensed her lips seek out mine.

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