“I whispered, "We could be home in our jammies.”
“Look. Jammies.”
“I could get drunk just smelling you,' he whispered in her ear. 'You always smell like home.”
“Minx,” he whispered before he left me to get dressed so that we could plan our new destiny.”
“I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly....I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken.”
“I wish, peevishly, that he didn't know anything about how soldiers sleep, how they protect their fellow soldiers. It would be nicer if I could share the cloaks warmth with him, if we could lie with our faces together, whispering into the night.”