“Movies”
“It’s like a talking painting with changing scenery or, I guess, more like a painting whose images and scenery changes.
“People enjoy this in your world?”
“Every day, we’re all addicted to watching them.” Byron had more questions but he didn’t ask them Elle was straining to talk and breathe at the same time.
“I could show you the basic idea one day if I ever got my hands on a bunch of paper and a pencil.” Elle’s eyes began to droop.
“Hey! Look at me, you’ve slept long enough”
“I slept maybe three hours.” Elle countered. “I made the mistake of leaving you in the bed alone.” Elle took some time to breathe. “It was like half the mattress just vanished.” Elle didn’t tell him that she couldn’t relax until she’d pressed her back to his chest.
“It wasn’t intended for two people.”
