Lion Head Mesa tenth

Tierra laid there and drifted. Too many people thought they were more than what they were, she thought. He'd told her he was a star, but she knew he wasn't. Stars weren't something she could sit beside or talk to.

It'd be lonely to be a star. She replied without any segue, and the words lengthened together a bit beneath the heaviness of her tongue. She wasn't sure she could move if she wanted. It felt as if she were suspended within water, or within the honey they'd eaten before.