#night

Good morning, good morning, good morning," Loki chirped, wheeling in a table covered with silver domes. "What are you doing?" I asked, squinting at him. He'd pulled up the shades. I was tired a hell, and I was not happy. "I thought you two lovebirds would like breakfast," Loki said. "So I had the chef whip you up something fantastic." As he set up the table in the sitting area, he looked over at us. "Although you two are sleeping awfully far apart for newly weds." "Oh my god." I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. "You know, I think you're being a dick," Tove told him as he got out of bed. "But I'm starving. So I'm willing to overlook it. This time." "A dick?" Loki pretended to be offended. "I'm merely worried about your health. If your bodies aren't used to strenous activities, like a long night of love making, you could waste away if you don't get plenty of protein and rehydrate. I'm concerned for you." "Yes we both believe that's why you're here," Tove said sarcastically and took a glass of orange juice that Loki had just poured for him. "What about you princess?" Loki's gaze cut to me as he filled another glass. "I'm not hungry."I sighed and sat up. "Oh really?" Loki arched an eyebrow. "Does that mean that last night-" "It means last night is none of your business," I snapped. ↗

— Amanda Hocking

#ascend #day-after #funny #loki #tove

Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks. ↗

— Joë Bousquet

#sea #surrealism #surreal

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up. ↗

— André Breton

#stars #surrealism #surreal

May night continue to fall upon the orchestra ↗

— André Breton

#orchestra #surrealism #surreal

Never argue with the surreal; there's no winning against irrationality. ↗