I clenched her hand tightly and blinked three times to solidify the moment in my mind. Life and chaos had been overlapping so many times lately that I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. Her hands were soft, like always, and they were the only thing keeping me on this earth. There was a constant pull to other realities and galaxies but her gentle hands kept me grounded. Her sleeping sounds were quiet and I tried not to disturb her as I traced the patterns of her palm, these palms that told me stories and made love to my soul. The night was always short when she was near. When she was far away I lost myself in the patterns on the ceiling and the music in the wind. Without something to hold on to I drifted into other atmospheres and different spaces. The nights were long and could last for months before I found my back to her. I would live amongst creatures that I was terrified of and dwell in cold castles. There was pain and fear and mystery. When she wasn’t near the only way to rid myself of the chaos was to open up the coverings of my body. I clenched her hand even more tightly and told her a silent story as I smiled and loved her from my side of the bed.