3 months later, I moved into Arthur's apartment.
More accurately, Winston was the first to approve the arrangement. He took possession of my open suitcase and refused to let me close it again.
Two toothbrush cups were already waiting in the bathroom. The wardrobe held unopened women's pajamas. Even the slippers and towels came in matching pink sets.
I held up one of the cups. "When did you buy all this?"
"When I moved in."
Back then, he couldn't even be certain that I was having the same dreams.
My heart softened, though I still found something to complain about. "Why is everything pink?"
"You said you liked pink."
"I said I liked pink tulips."
Arthur was silent for 2 seconds. "It's all perfectly usable."
On our first night living together, we entered the shared dream again. We w
