To the Moon and Back

by N.R. Walker

“We went to sleep.” “Sleep?” “Like a baby. Which is a stupid saying, because I can tell you, babies don’t sleep that well.”

He sighed. “You know, I never had a thing for moustaches before now.” She grinned. “You know they call them ‘handlebar moustaches’ for a reason—so you’ve got something to hold on to.”

“Just so you know,” Toby said, “I’m vers. Top or bottom, I’m bossy either way.” Gideon’s coffee came out his nose.

Benson crawled into the kitchen and stood up by himself by using the hairs on Toby’s legs.