Terrance looked up at Linda – he wondered if she was asleep.
“We’ve got to make a break.” The twinkling starlight made his face look pale. “the timing is all wrong.”
“What’s this got to do with a watch?” she extruded, her face tight with frustration. Each tremorous turn of her neck rattled her head as she twisted. “You’ve gotta stop finding problems where no one need look.”
Terrance swallowed his spicy spit.
“I’m not talking about a watch, Linda, I’m talking about the way things are.” He rubbed his nose with the base of his hand, chasing phantom tickling hairs.
“I’ve got too much invested in this,” she hisses. “Can’t you see what’s happened to me? Look at me!”
Terrance’s ribcage pressed hard on his innards.
“You look wonderful.”
“Like hell I do.”
“You really do.”
Linda smiled – “Really?”
“Really.”
Terrance rolled over, he felt Linda grab him from behind and rap her arms and legs around him.
“Tomorrow, not tonight,” he thought, “The timing is all wrong.”