[Poggio]

After dinner, desert and a midnight snack, Galvin drifted fighting the sleep, that Ambrosia demanded he not have until he walked to the room. In the end his dreams won out, and the other toted him back draped in his arms with Galvins head resting on his shoulder. He awoke to a hand twitch sliding against his shoulder to cut off the distant sound of an alarm. He pushed himself away from the pale red head blinking away the sands of sleep. For a long time he loomed watching the sleeping face, wondering if he should simply leave. Galvin pushed his falling hair aside and graced the pale rose lips with a kiss. “You have a date with Granny. I will see you next Saturday.”