In a dream, you wouldn’t,
shouldn’t be working, so I wouldn’t, couldn’t get to miss you,
      not in this sweetly

      boring way. Or
you would, in the dream, be working, but on Jupiter,
      performing very important
extremely scientific research on the gas giant. Gassy research
      that will giantly aid humanity, no,

every last earthling,
amazing! But darling, my dearheartling. My
myling, it would
gore me to miss you
that much.

Quintessence: the Quotidian/Chen Chen (continued).