Findable and Present

I turned to Kaelen.

He was awake. He was always awake when I was — the breathing, which he tracked without trying to, meant that my wakefulness was his. He was lying on his side looking at me in the dark and he had been, probably, thinking his own version of the two-in-the-morning thoughts.

"The next thirty years," I said.

He waited.

"I know what I want them to look like," I said.

"Tell me," he sa