Another Place, Another Time
By day they are part of a whole, by night they return homeAnother Time, AnotherPlace “Your human is a brat.” My love’s voice coiled towards me slowly, the words stretched out in the silly way that slow motion videos sound. His energy signature was humming angrily, the wavelength around 460. He would be sapphire blue if I were seeing him with my human’s eyes, a color of outrage. With a sigh I increased the length of my own energy waves so that we were moving along at the same pac...