We touch each other’s hands as we reach for the papers.
We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
She daydreams in bed, manifesting you.
After Timothy left my place to catch his flight to the District, I dig out the note Emilian gave me from my backpack.
Some dreams I don’t understand.
It was like I walked into her light and felt this immense harmony deep down. Everything was in balance.
Moldable metal magic shell.
With his usual murderous glare, Emilian watches me approach.