“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day…”

“His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they’d been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting.It wasn’t the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs.“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day…”

“I've missed you, too, Graystripe. I watch over you, every day and every night.”

“I think I've missed you every day," he whispered.”

“Are you sure?" he asked in a low voice. "Because if I had the chance... I would spend every moment of every day with you.”

“Every day and every night, I dance with Jesus Christ, Prophet Mohammad & all personal Gods: Krishna, Shiva & Buddha. You are welcome too !”