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Daniel leaned back against the trunk of the old willow tree. Darren slept peacefully, his head cradled in Daniel’s lap.
Long, slender fingers ran aimlessly through the slightly curly locks, a motion that calmed both dreamer and thinker.
It was so peaceful here. No screaming fans, no reporters with their repetitious questions, no interviews and nowhere to be for the moment.
Just minutes before it hadn’t been at all peaceful… at least not sound-wise. Darren really did have a set of lungs on him.
Daniel sighed contentedly and then closed his eyes, joining the singer in the land of Nod.
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land of Nod, noun:
[usually capitalized N] Sleep.
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