“How was your day..?” asks your girlfriend, untucking her headpiece from under the fine tufts of her prodigious ears. Setting aside the discarded lump of fabric and jewelry, chestnut brown hair tangled from a morning’s work at Salo’s place.

He’s been keeping Lest longer than necessary, lately.

Shaded tips twitch at your response, listening to every syllable that rolls off your tongue like an addict drinks up Shimmer.

She just can’t get enough of you, your voice, your everything.