With you, there’s always music.

but it’s not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. “Stay with me.” As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper...

When the love-led man had ceased from his labors Bathsheba came and looked him in the face. ‘Gabriel, will you stay on with me?’ she said, smiling winningly, and not troubling to bring her lips...