As I lay there and listened, I became afraid of losing you. This is how my nights sailed. Wind, drag me with you across the plains, drag me all the way down to the cliffs.
In my first App, I awoke and placed a light in your smile. There was something that opened up. We thought of old fossils, raw thoughts of silence. The indecision of the sentence: The blue flashes of the emergency lights no longer worried me.