“Can’t say I’ve known all along,” he said.
She snuggled deep into his lap, safe under the quilt, warmed by his heartbeat, listening to the song of the stars as they marched across the canopy of the world.
A different sky. This was.
The other half of life, perhaps. Better, even, now that she found home.
She, too, hadn’t known. Rotation, yes, but only as rounds of emptied hope.
Though her soul perhaps did know. It must have seen the edge of the world spin, and held on, to keep her whole.