galaxy42

He welcomed the sun as it bathed their bodies that morning. She loathed the sun. Natural light, she claimed, was the enemy of the forty-two year old woman. He didn't see it her way. He looked at her face and saw everything that ever was or ever would be. He could stare into her eyes and see the sun. She looked into the mirror and saw the tiniest line as though it were the Grand Canyon. It was a difference of opinion. She laid her head on his shoulder. Her hair tickled his noise.

"They won't care, I'm sure," he said. As he blinded himself on the sun of her eyes.

"They shouldn't care," she started. "But they will."

"No reason they should," he said.

"I'm a cradle robber."

"Ten years doesn't make you a cradle robber."

"I need a bagel." She got out of bed, stealing the blanket and wrapping it around her. She walked out of the room leaving him to bake in the morning light.

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I have no fucking clue what any of that means.
-Uncle Galaxy