“I’ll tell you,” I whispered. “I’ll tell you everything.”
He didn’t hear me. But I knew, knew the promise I made and when the time was right, I would answer.
***
I drifted away, to a place where dreams are what you make of them, where everything is good. So, like a dream, I opened my eyes, and found Marcus gone. A pillow with a small hollow for his head lay beside me and I buried my face in it, breathed in his scent. A small night light beside the bed cast tall shadows through the room and I squinted to make things out. Then I saw him, near the room’s door in the glow of his always on computer screen, checking something down on the floor. He straightened, rubbing his hands together as if to clean them off, then noticed me awake and smiled.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Does it matter?”
