By David Henson
He snorts, scratches, bumps lips with her and turns onto his side. That night she awakens and sees a spot of light on the ceiling. She finds the beam is coming from him. When she rolls him onto his back, light streaming from his ears and nostrils bathes his pajama shirt and pillow in a golden sheen. Has she been living with an alien all these long years? Has a doppelgänger from another dimension taken his place? Maybe he’s dying, soul leaking away. She shakes him. He opens his eyes. The light goes out.
Yet another reason to prefer him asleep.
Ha ha!
Very clever and funny.
Good one, David! 🙂
Joan, Helen and Roy, Thanks for commenting!
Ouch! ? Good one.
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Huh.