spiderwort
They're running, running, but going nowhere. The sky has turned to grey. Dust chokes them in the streets. Skyscrapers keep silent vigil on all sides.
She awakens at dawn to hear her better half breathing, feel the warmth of her thigh between her own, and she sighs, remembering how it all began, before, when it was her and the girl, before the point where it became impossible to sleep without the hapless sprawl of heavy limbs weighing her down, anchoring her, binding her to earth.
She breathes in ragged rhythm to the staccato beat of her heart.