A concept:

Me. Lying down on a light blue sheet stretched out on the grass. Wearing a white tshirt that smells faintly of laundry detergent. My hair, somewhat wavy still from the shower, splayed out behind me. Feeling lazy, hazy with the warmth of the sun.

And you. Leaning back on your elbows and absentmindedly placing grapes into your mouth every few moments or so. Plucking nearby dandelions and assigning them to places in my hair, your fingers lingering for a couple extra moments around my temples. Squinting into the sun.

We have nowhere to be. We don't know what time it is. We have nothing to talk about. We just are.