"Tonight was warm and soft. All she could feel against her head was a slow double thump. All she could hear was Lee's breath, soft and shallow, in her ear."

I love that. It's such a vibrant image. Maybe image isn't the right word--my creative writing teacher always said that when writing either poetry or short fiction (and I always considered drabbles to be a kind of poetry, simply because of the form), to appeal to the senses, to create a concrete image through them. And you did, with absolutely stunning clarity. I can't wait to see tomorrow's.