She is his twin star. The balancing for and wonderful foil and that's still just a start to describe what she has come to be. Their own lives carry on and run together in some ways, part at others but always coming together. All these passing thoughts of galaxies and stars are funny when they're actually floating.

Night work and any bedroom activities are excellent stress relievers. Let's not forget curled up on the couch in bed with a blanket and a book. Storms come, storms go and the important things are constant.

A floating monkey dog is not going to be difficult to track down should they lose track of. Such a good girl to stay close to her people. Is it that lingering pack mentality?

"Baker dozen at the very least..." Her kiss has always been delicious. Tonight there's the flavor of magic. Maybe that's the pixie dust.