“Oh–were you planning on going swimming?” Dominique asked, sitting up from where she lay in the sand, the soft lull of salt water rolling over her legs while she gazed up at the top of the bunker. “Strange, isn’t it? No stars. Makes it feel a little more like a big metal box.”
“it’s so ugly --- i did tell my father to fit some lights up there so that there was at least something to make this feel a little more homely -- i guess he didn’t listen”









