Parthenogenesis

Matty would rent a chair in whatever salon would have him, Jac would paralegal here and there, they’d each pay their separate rents, go on their dates with other people, and life would keep happening. The dome light comes on and she nuzzles her toe into the hinge, finds the button, lets the darkness shroud over them again. For his turn, Jac sings it just the same, to drown out first the long sound of nothing, then the sound of trickling, then splashing. Jac squeezes his hand tighter, to keep him from exploding up out of his skin.