the-jackyll

He could still feel her in his arms. Rory turned over in the bed that he shared with his wife, the tiny lights on the ceiling softly illuminating her face.  She had finally fallen asleep, her cheeks streaked with dry tears.  He softly stroked her cheek, careful to not wake her, then yawned and turned onto his back. At least the Doctor had finally given them a bed built for two, horizontally-speaking.  Bunk beds weren't exactly built for married couples. Above him, the ceiling's tiny bulbs were arranged into constellations and galaxies, drifting slowly across the ceiling, propelled by alien technology that he would probably never understand