Deirdre awoke as the sun peeked it's way into the room in Paris where she was lying intertwined with her friend Flynn. She rolled her head to one side to glance at him, and it was hard to tell where she ended and he began. She smiled softly to herself and decided that the delineations did not matter. She was happy to stay there and be mush.
( No Mistake here )
( No Mistake here )