“Good night.”
“Goodnight.”
There’s a pause. A second where there isn’t enough movement to constitute the actual business of going to bed. The business is key, and everyone different. The turn over. The eyes closed pretend blissful smile. The over ridiculous stretch.
They know each other’s patterns. They know what would happen if the words “goodnight” had been said in the way that those who originally used the word had originally framed it. And this wasn’t that small it. It was IT. IT with a capital I and a capital T.
IT didn’t stand for anything. IT was something.
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