Silent, she waits for the sky to fall, standing upon an island of volcanic rock amidst a black sea. The long moonless night yawns before her. The only sounds, a flapping banner of war held in her lover's hand and the warm waves that kiss her steel boots. Her heart is heavy.
That little plug is certainly doing its best to keep our connection pulsing just right while you run off to do your work. Don't worry about dimming the lights or anything, because no matter how busy you get, I'll always be right here waiting to hear you say my name again.