She says, but starts to tell him anyways; he's going to be trapped in that bed for a long time, maybe for the rest of his life, even. She can give him something to dream about.
"The ground is grass, long thin stalks of it, light and swaying in the wind, like soft wires, but brittle, bending and breaking under your feet. Thousands, millions of blades of them, carpeting a ground made of a moist, lush earth, damp between your toes. There are trees, too- remember the one you saw? But hundreds of them, standing so thick together you couldn't drive the smallest bike between them. The tree we saw was dead, but when they're alive, trees are covered with leaves."
She doesn't know how much purchase any of this is getting, but she spins the story anyways, like she did for the five wives a hundred times over, letting her tone and his imagination do all the work.
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She says, but starts to tell him anyways; he's going to be trapped in that bed for a long time, maybe for the rest of his life, even. She can give him something to dream about.
"The ground is grass, long thin stalks of it, light and swaying in the wind, like soft wires, but brittle, bending and breaking under your feet. Thousands, millions of blades of them, carpeting a ground made of a moist, lush earth, damp between your toes. There are trees, too- remember the one you saw? But hundreds of them, standing so thick together you couldn't drive the smallest bike between them. The tree we saw was dead, but when they're alive, trees are covered with leaves."
She doesn't know how much purchase any of this is getting, but she spins the story anyways, like she did for the five wives a hundred times over, letting her tone and his imagination do all the work.