He cracked open another beer, and she pressed the button on the device. He swallowed greatly and she reads quickly. They were both sitting in the Sauna on the couch, next to each other. She leaned on him, he leaned on her. They both lean on the cool window. Outside the window, there is an incandescent scintillating ball of white gas. It shimmers and winkles, explodes, and lashes out, it lights the universe for what seems to be all infinity. It spins and leans, but it never moves form its position. It is the center of the universe. The center of Infinity.
             “What are you reading now, Verne?” He asked her as he took another swig of beer.
            “An Ancient called The Handmaids Tale. It’s quite the novel. You should try reading one nexus.” She said. He shook his head.
            “Real men don’t read where I come from. Real men learn to hone a blade and kill Martians.” He said with a smirk. She looked at him and grinned.
            “And what planet might that be, Kelvin?” She asked. Even though they had both been on the Hubble for over 3 years, and had been married for over 17 years, Verne still didn’t know what planet Kelvin was from. He wasn’t from earth, you could tell that by the tone and texture of his skin. It was like red sand, and it felt like a wet, smooth pebble. You might have been fooled by his hair, but you found that it was of no natural Earthian color, it was a deep, deep silver that looked brown. And there his eyes which were not of earth because he had eyes the color of Sun Sand, which was a glowing peach color. You might have also been fooled by his height, he was only five, ten but that was tall for his people. In fact, it was the tallest.
            He gave her a look of interest. “I’m from a planet outside of this Galaxy.” He said. Verne gave a perplexed look.
            “How do you mean? This is the only galaxy.” She said. He smiled and shook his head.
            “Humans are very ignorant creatures, dear. You know this from my writings. Though, it was taken as fiction instead of fact. You all have never explored farther than your own. You all have always stayed close to home.” He said. Verne put down the E-reader and shifted her weight.
            “Kelvin, you’ve never voiced your opinions to me like this.” She said. Kelvin only continued to smile.
            “For all the books you have read, how could you not have read those of the people from out of the galaxy. How come you think there are so many different races that have planted themselves on Venus, Earth, and Mars?” He said. “Where did you think I came from?” He asked.
            She swallowed and turned away. In truth, she had believed he’d come from Jupiter or Mars. She had never truly thought about it. Maybe humans were quite ignorant.
            “But, on your ScanD, it says you are a born citizen of Earth. How can it be you are not from…” She trailed off. She was confused.
            He shook his head. “Do not worry yourself my dear.” He said and took another swig from the beer can. It was empty now. He dropped it on the floor and the floor disintegrated it, eating the ashes. It was almost as if the can had never been there at all.
            “Why shouldn’t I worry myself? My husband is…is…”
            “An alien?” He smiled a wiry smile.
            “Yes! An alien from out of the galaxy. And for all these years I was to believe that you were part of our galaxy. How could I be so foolish?” She said. She stood and began to walk away. He stood as well. The suns light cast ultraviolent shadows on the floor. They shuttered in different colors from blue, to red, to orange, to black, to pink. This too was beautiful like the sun behind them.
            The sun felt unloved as she wasn’t the talk of the moment.
“What is the deal?” He asked in a light, caring tone. She turned to him, and quickly turned away as she saw explosive white lights crash across her vision from the sun.
            “The deal is,” she said facing the wall. “that my husband is from a lace unknown, and that he has never told me the truth about his home.” She said and put her head in her hands, still standing. He walked towards her and put his arms around her waist.
            “Please, don’t cry my love.” He said.
            “I’m not crying, I’m just baffled. I can’t believe all this time…” She said. “All this time wasted, when life is so short and knowing that I am so stupid. So stupid!” She screamed and he held her tighter. She tried to pull away from him but he embraced her.
            “You are not stupid. You are smarter than any of the humans I have ever known. Do not feel stupid, you are smart. You read more than any human, you have got more degrees than any human I know, you are a beautiful, brilliant, and magnificent woman who I am proud to call my wife. Please.” He said and turned her around to face him. She stared at him, tears in her glassy eyes.
            “Where are you from?” She asked. The sun flared again, and another solar wind lashed out. It lit the room with billions of variations of colors. Their skin changed colors from red, to violet, to pink, to white, to black, to yellow. A wind slipped through the room and Verne’s vivacious black hair whipped in this internal wind, it changed colors just like a chameleon.
            “I am from the Center of Infinity.” He said, it was barely heard. She looked at him.
            “Where is that?” She asked and she came in closer. He smiled and the room changed colors again, great flashes of brilliant light made her face an effulgent mess of neon orange and hot pink.
            “Far beyond the stars, past the moon, through the nebulous, ride a comet, and into the sun.” He said and they kissed as the room shined with pure white light as they were hurled into the raging inferno.
            As they were hurled into Infinity.
            Into the Center of Infinity and beyond.