ache1
lies behind him, her arm across his stomach, her cheek shaped to the regular
vertebrae.
ache1:
Close your eyes.
He
is asleep, has been for some time.
ache1:
You know what sleep is, Skunk? Hmm? It’s just your body telling you you’ve seen
enough for today. “Nothing to see here – go to sleep now.”
Sighs.
ache1:
Death’s probably not so different. It’s just exactly the same thing, only in
toto.
