Dream Mate
If I hadn’t grabbed his arm, he’d have fallen.
The strange game of shoots and ladders paired with a barrel of monkeys aside, I’m just glad to be with him again. I don’t feel right when I’m not at his side. I suppose that’s the bond talking, but I’m okay with that. I’m sure when he’s out of this coma, I will not feel the need to be as attached to his hip as I am now. So, for now, I’m okay with being the clingy mate. He needs me, after all.
“So these weird game theme levels. Are they a construct from your mind or Melania’s?” I asked as we reached another platform.