A window-square of moonlight falls onto a bed, falls onto two people who are not touching. This is either terrible tension or its opposite.

Tonight we are in our easier roles; Alice is not angry and I am not frustrated; it is all right to be separate. Timing or magic has allowed us to leave each other alone without feeling lost or loseable. Tonight we are lucky, and share easy breath. There's no one I'd rather not touch. Alice in moonlight is more than enough.