On their honeymoon, she announced her intention to live on light. That night, his teeth ached like dying stars. When he woke up, there was sunlight on his pillow.
He wanted to tear down her cities, plant gardens in the rubble. Giant vegetables would grow there. They could make salads, talk about it.
Captured by his beauty, she devised means of escape: lowering herself by the bedsheet, she dropped from his pale eyes into his lap. He felt nothing.