They were lying in bed. She had been talking a lot about all kinds of things. Stories. The world. All kinds of things.
Then she went quiet. He sounded sleepy and it was late. They said goodnight, and probably kissed because she always wanted to do that before sleep.
He reached out in the dark and touched the back of her neck.
“Hey,” he said, “can you promise me something?”
“Sure, what?” she asked.
“Can you promise me you’ll never stop talking to me?”
“Yes, sure” she said, smiling.
It was quiet.
Then she said “Can you promise me you’ll never stop listening?”
He said, “I’m a really good listener”.
And she smiled in the dark and imagined all the stories she had yet to tell.
