a drop of condensed breath weaves a path down the heavily perspiring pane. visibility through the glass is nonexistent.
he sighs. “it’s beautiful.”
air escapes and a plume of frost billows out from behind the door. a scent of space and starlight enfolds him like an alien blanket. it’s something he barely knows.
vaguely aware of his longing, he reaches for the door. it’s cold to the touch.
“i’ve missed you.”
she stands on the other side.
“me too.”
Nicolas Gonzales 