A text. Early in the morning. “Game?” This was the rule, of course. He never started without her consent. But He had never asked by text before. This might be interesting. “Game.”, she responded. ” I want you to get here in 45 minutes.” “Yes master.” “Wear your pink chiffon saree. The one with the … More Game?
And so our souls are darkened when touched by light. And so may we unlearn to float.