He lay his head against her shoulder and brought his hand around to play with her hair, shorter now than it had been, but still as soft as he'd remembered.
He remembered how they'd talked and laughed, and how when her spork had fallen her hair had swept across his knuckles as she'd bent to the floor. It's softness against his skin and the light gathering against it, making it shimmer like leaves dancing in the wind.
He would have loved to have seen her dance then, twirling along the beach; smiling, laughing 'til she was out of breath, her hair whipping past her in the breeze.

But it was too short now, he knew she hated it, but had been necessary, he'd needed to-

Well, it would have to be grown out, maybe the enlargement ray-
But that was a worry for another day, for a day when he'd succeeded in setting the diodes just right, in forcing the generator to thump just a little more regularly, in making her eyes light up just a little bit more when he walked into the room.
No, tonight wasn't for the worries or the plans, but for bringing his arm around her waist and staring at their fingers laced together and waiting for her to breathe.