[This is better. Maybe. A world where, maybe, nothing exists. Nothing except for them. A feeling of comfort. Rising and falling like her breath-–Like Minato's breath. The way his chest moves against her. Sleep comes easily. A release of long built up tension––this being the only place she can finally do such a thing. It's good. Nothing is happening to her, maybe, maybe...
She leans her head into his freshly washed hair, the world around her, her world continuing to rise as fall as her arms swallow him up like a pill.
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She leans her head into his freshly washed hair, the world around her, her world continuing to rise as fall as her arms swallow him up like a pill.
This is better.]