As My Eyes Prepare to Rest
"It's late. I have to tend to my dreams," she said.
"Your dreams?" He took a long drag from his cigarette.
"Of course. If I don't, who will?" She chuckled at her own joke.
He stared into the vast blackness behind the window pane. He didn't know who tended to dreams. He had never dreamed before.
She snatch up his cigarette and smashed the end into the lonely saucer on their living room table. "It's late."