Not Everything can be Quantified and Categorised

***Ophelia*** A chilly, gentle breeze ruffles my hair, blowing it across my face, tickling my nose as I slowly wake from what feels like a peaceful night's sleep. I am still cuddled up next to Ares' bare chest, one leg wrapped across his lower half. I half sit up, leaning on one arm as I look all around in the dim light of the sunrise in the far distance, taking in the incredible view from up here. I cannot see anyone or any building or road as far as I can see. We are truly secluded. Near the dying embers of the bonfire, stands my hand-grown rose, still looking lively and beautiful as it pokes up through the somewhat barren ground. I look down at Ares, his face peaceful as he sleeps, and then frown a little-his long eyelashes still make me envious. I feel a rush of energy to my