An excerpt

from a novella i'm working on:

Beautiful

Clouds marble the grey night.
The electricity crackles through a wind-blown chink in the curtain.
The sky looks like the interior of a massive brain, spider lightning creating instant connections between swollen neurons. The earth is thinking.
You awake suddenly and turn to me, your eyes wide open. You look at me as if you have never seen me before.
“Do you know that you’re beautiful?” you ask me.
I stare blankly. Soon your head sinks down onto the pillow and plunges back into sleep. And I feel a sense of longing.