“I kiss her back. Because. . .well, she’s so present. So alive. So magnanimous. And when she is kissing me, all the death of the last week disappears.”
Today is July 2nd, so 2-7, I decided to turn that into a %, namely 27%.
“Oh thank God last night wasn’t a dream!” she blurts out in relief. “I was kinda afraid you wouldn’t come back. Not that I think I’m imaging things but my moms do say I have a pretty good imagination and some of my dream recently have been super whack so-”
“You’re babbling,” Ethan interjects.