There are only two places i would fight for, and one is the nation of days. Efficiency denies expediency and electricity is a form of trust. You're living a formal construing, but you have never given truth to clouds. the tiny lights below tell of twelve weeks of ending. The thought of jumping out of a plane almost makes the ride less scary. Once you've started fighting for breath, it's hard to stop. There is no quiet way to say i want to be quiet around you.

"Is this where you wanted to end up?" her teeth glistened to match the chrome-plated refrigerator. "You're here," she said and stared into me. The hardwood ran its course in deep cherry from where I stood to massive windows that looked over the tinges that were below them. It rained and cars drove through puddles, but that couldn't be heard. Every gleaming light fixture took the feeling of warmth from the room. There was no evidence of the plants or power that built this space, and i looked back at her. "Yes, we've found our home in a moment," I said after the silence had hung too long. I moved back to touch her arm and she stepped back. She opened the fridge, found nothing and flopped down on the only white couch. As i sat next to her, she disappeared and I had no recollection of coming in. The storm thundered quietly, moved on, and I never spoke again.