\u201cEverything there is was made at the beginning,\u201d I say to her. \u201cAll the atoms, all the threads, all the pieces, came from that one moment of creation.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rest my head against her stomach. She touches my hair and pulls the blanket higher over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cA billion billion stars shine, and a billion billion planets spin. On those planets, there\u2019s a billion billion wings and fins and feet and hands on a billion billion lives that fly and swim and walk and touch.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put my hand against her hip, against the warm skin there.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd those billion billion lives are the children of a billion billion lives that have gone before, and they will be the parents to a billion billion more to come.\u201d<\/p>\n
I slide my hand up, and put one finger against a spot on her stomach. \u201cNot one of them has this freckle right here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I move up along the length of her body and whisper something into her ear, words for her alone. \u201cNot one of them will know my secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kiss her lightly on the mouth, her lips soft and full. \u201cNot one of them tastes like rainclouds in summer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rest my hand against the side of her face and look into her eyes. \u201cNot one of them is my Bez.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not one in a billion billion.<\/p>\n
The rain patters against the bedroom window.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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