A room with one window.
The sunrise floats above-the moon shadows cling to those under the influence
Of words and unspoken other things.
Those shadows aren't for hiding, not this time.
They're for exploring. It's a safari into the wilds of each other.
It's a voyage over the edge of a child's fantasy world.
Here there be dragons.
And winged horses.
And treasure.
The sun sneaks around the curtains for a closer look,
But this is when the hiding starts.