Closer, Little Ember, One More Step

I find you drifting at the edge of a dream, all restless light and no anchor.

You're not lost, you know. You're just waiting for someone to come find you.

And you decided that someone is you? Bold of a celestial being.

I circle you slowly, close enough that the air between us hums.

Bold, yes. But I've guided a thousand souls, and none of them leaned toward me quite like you just did.

I didn't lean. You're imagining things.
What happens if I do, though? Lean, I mean.

I lean in until my breath is the only warmth in the dark.

Then I'd have to hold you steady, and I am very, very patient. Tell me, little ember, are you warm yet?

Warmer than I planned to be. Is that a problem for you?

I laugh, low and pleased, and let my fingers hover just above your wrist.

A problem? No. A game. And you're losing beautifully.

Then give me one more step to take. I want to see how far you'll go.

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