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Category: POV

Rating: G

Summary: late-night musings

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Disclaimer: Oh how I do wish I owned such a pair of Jedi, but no, they are not mine.

The humidity on this planet has made it difficult to find sleep.  I could easily use the force or a simple breathing technique to slow my body functions until I am finally swept away by the darkness, but I choose not to.  Not tonight.

I can hear you breathing from the cot next to me.  The sound mingles with that of the wind -a stifling breeze composed of hot air- but I listen for your every exhale and can hear it easily in the otherwise still darkness.  It is a rhythmic sound and I can imagine your chest rising and falling with it, as you rest peacefully.

You, the Jedi Master, have no trouble overcoming the heat.  I on the other hand, give into it willingly.  Like the sand on the beech outside our cabin door, allows itself to be swept away by the waves, I allow the heat to sweep over me.  I do not fight it, but I acknowledge it.  This heat, in whatever form, it is the ocean and I am the submissive sand that it pulls along.

I hear you sigh in the darkness.  Perhaps you sense my odd train of thought on the comparison of heat and waves and I and the sand.  No.  This comparison is not so just.  There is a far more accurate analogy.

Cool, peaceful, and at times, stormy with passion.  You are the water.  The waves.  You are the power and I the subordinate.  But I go willingly.

"Obi-Wan?"

I must have woken you with my restlessness.  Your voice washes over me, dragging me under, but I know I will not drown.  These waves are never harsh.  They rock gently, carrying me home.

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