  2:32 found her standing at the window of Bungalow 2. The moon, the giant desert moon, was reflected by something in the sand. The desert floor twinkled as if it were placid water. Inside the bungalow, everything was blue and grey and black.
She looked down at her bluish arms and turned suddenly as Seth stirred behind her in the bed. He was beautiful as he slept, she thought. It gave her a little twinge to think of leaving him. At home, Alan would be moved out by now. Most of their apartment had been his, and he would have taken every living thing: the fish, the cat, the plants. The red velveteen garage sale couch might still be there. They had bought it together, but Alan didn't like it anymore. He had wanted to replace it with a hard antique leather one. Her clothes would still be there of course, and her pictures. She had a wall's worth of images of American landscape icons: the Grand Canyon, The Las Vegas strip, a Key West sunset. She picked the best shot from each trip she took and put in on the wall in a plain glass frame. The wall used to be in the living room, but after Alan asked about her trips he wanted the pictures in the dining room instead. They hardly used the dining room, but she started to drink her coffee in there in the morning. The last two weeks, she had been looking at her pictures a lot.
Outside, the desert sky teemed with stars. As she sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her pale blue thighs, she couldn't see the moon through the window anymore, but the same bluish-grey light shone all over the room. She leaned over and brushed Seth's shoulder with her lips. Maybe he was a light sleeper. He murmured softly and the sheet slid away as he rolled toward her onto his back.
For a moment, she just sat there, the enchanting starlight saturating them both. Pulling back the sheet the rest of the way, she kissed that one spot she found so delicious, the flat of his lower belly just over his right hip. She would only have a few more hours to explore this luscious beauty and wanted desperately to make them count. 
