it gives my life meaning,” I said, leaning my head on his right shoulder.

Mike lifted his arm and put it around my head, cradling my head into his large torso and rubbing my right arm with his hand. I could hear his rapid heartbeats give away more about his feelings than he could say with his voice. Neither of us said anything for a long time. I wanted this to last forever.

 

*   *   *

 

 “In my last life,” Mike explained as we lay on the couch, “I was committed to a old folks home in Germany when I got older. I told ‘em ‘bout some of my past lives and they thought I was senile. That’s when they scanned my head.”

It was about 5:45 in the morning, still dark out. The sound of si...

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