You could lay there all night. Captive you slam your body further and further down into the mattress. The length of quiet is unmeasurable, how long has this silence lasted? It would be pointless to end it now, so it goes on and on, like track six on your best record, the bit that skips repeatedly until you lean over and move it an inch.
The words you couldn’t form earlier roll over in your head, a loop hole free, locked up and checked out argument back up in your brain. Unable to come out with it, you tell yourself you don’t want to break the silence but you know you just don’t want to be the one to break it first. So you just stay, still and rigid with your epic retorts bouncing off the sides of your mind. You can feel them breathing behind you, aware of the small but epic distance between your bodies. It feels like you’ll never close that gap again.