The Intellectual Life

While I'm waiting for him to return, I look out the window at the night sky. It's brighter than I thought it would be, the phospherous glow of the city at night.

As he climbs into bed with me naked, he says "You never stop thinking, do you?" Feeling the flush of his warmth against me, I mouth a word against his lips.

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