Un reve, un

In which our Hero opens the window for a smile at the day and closes the blinds behind him

Sure it was on the phone, and sure we were both exhausted from trying to decode some entangled mathematics, but in my imagination, as we curled into bed last night, she was curled up just beyond my closed eyes, and I suspect that she could hear my smile.

“Five more minutes,” I said to Nocturne. And because I’m a physicist and she was so tired, I made a suggestion. “Do you want to stay awake or should we just pretend we’re in a timezone 5 minutes east of us?”

And because she’s more romantic than she notices, she said she wanted to stay awake. And we talked just a little. And then I looked at my watch in the dark and realized something.

“My watch is analog.”

“So?”

“It looks midnight enough.”

“It *is* midnight.”

And so, and simply, we marked the anniversary of our becoming an us, we-two, together. Her voice, in my ear, my Nocturne at midnight.