Aveline looked at him, wide-eyed with excitement and wriggling like a puppy preparing to prance after a ball. Her voice began in piano -- hushed, sweet, longing,
"Let's go away. Far away. To a big city, with trains and taxis, and live in an old, brick building a million miles tall," but soon, she crescendoed. A beautiful, soaring mezzo forte.
"Let's drink crappy coffee and watch the sun rise from our decrepit fire escape.
And late at night, when street and star light are the only ones around, let's climb as high as we can and dance on the rooftop til we meet morning again.
Let's live like peasants while our souls feast like kings.
Let's go far away."
But the last phrase was more of a sigh, a breath let out as she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face and a dream in her heart. He kissed her, then lay listening to the steady rhythm in her chest.