The pull of the gate was gentle, almost soothing. It suddenly struck Ashleigh that the feeling was familiar.
“Do you know what this reminds me of?”
Caleb looked around them, once more noting that it appeared as though they were floating through a technicolor adventure in space.
“I could not possibly begin to guess what this could remind you of,” he laughed.
Ashleigh chuckled.
“Our honeymoon,” she smiled, glancing back at him.
Caleb returned the smile.
“One of the few times we actually left our room,” Ashleigh grinned, raising her brow at him.
Caleb shrugged.
“I regret and apologize for nothing,” Caleb shrugged.
Ashleigh shook her head, still smiling.
“There were those lounging floats at the end of our deck. I remember lying back on it and closing my eyes. The feeling of the water moving below, the soft ripples and waves gently rolling underneath. It was a lot like this.”
Caleb nodded.
