Matias
The wind on the sixty fifth floor balcony was indeed very high, whipping the emerald and gold nylon of the bounce house with a steady, rhythmic thwip. After a rigorous, thirty minute "safety inspection" that mostly consisted of me holding my wife by the waist while she aggressively tested the bounce house and sang a highly energetic rendition of Caro Nome, I had officially declared the structure a temporary hazard and dragged her back inside."You are a tyrant, Matias Stone," she grumbled, though she didn’t make any effort to pull away as I carried her back into the living room. "A dreamcrusher. A literal fun vampire." "I’m a man who prefers his wife to remain on the correct side of the atmosphere," I said, setting her down on the massive, plush sofa.Before she could sit up and laun
