The Prognostication Cube was the latest in opinion-generation technology.
I saw them in the kitchen in the dark with just enough moonlight to know they were naked and enthralled with each other.
Sarah awoke on the cold steel floor and immediately regretted it.
I used to laugh at the agony aunt column when readers talked of infidelity.
And nothing else.
The photo could be of anyone, really.
I wake up in a panic and it takes a moment for me to acclimate myself.