I put those glowing stars in her room, and took her in. They gleamed in the dark and she squealed in animation. 'Lift me up', she asked feverishly, so as to touch those things that radiated magic. She beamed at me with angelic delight, gave me a gleeful, soft kiss.
Pieces of plastic can make for an exquisite moment and there are always some relationships that you can be thankful for, that one kiss which couldn't possibly make you feel foul or dirty, unlike the myriad others you've been smothered with.
