Jenny and Tom met in a sleep clinic.
Both had electrodes attached to
important points on their heads, monitoring brain activity. Neither
slept well, both sought relief. They talked about REM and non-REM
over weak institutional tea, veneration clear in their voices. For
them, naps and zeds as precious as jewels and gold coins to others.
The research project ended and a
scientist in a white coat said they would need to analyze the results
before making any real progress in the subject. But he would be sure
to come back to them both as soon as there was anything to report.
Tom called at Jenny's flat one night
with a bottle of wine. She cooked pasta, they drank and laughed and
danced and put her bed to another use.
Next morning they both woke holding
hands, love and devotion having accomplished what science and
medicine had failed to achieve.
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