It had been a beautiful waltz, but the music was already fading. Not ending, just… drifting further and further away. The lovers lingered in each other’s arms, exchanging desperate, pleading looks with each other. It was no use. They were being pulled away, pulled from their idyll, pulled back to their separate existences, so close together and yet worlds apart… pulled down towards the bed beneath them and the two recumbent forms within them.
There was only such a little space between the time the sleepers fell asleep and the time they began to dream in earnest, and it was only that space that belonged to the lovers. Once the dream began, the time for their pleasure was over. It was time to go to work.
began to the lovers. belong ?