'Alright, Ray, alright...' Tiuu Gunn rolls over. Her blue eyes close. She kicks Ray's leg softly with her right heel.

'It's time to get up,' says Ray. 'The moon's going down.'

'Ray, you bullshitter...' Tiuu rolls out of bed, dragging the doona around her like a cape, and stomps onto the patio. She parts the branches of the wattle tree that obscures their view and there, sure enough, is the pale disc of the moon sinking down among the pine trees that sprout from the dark farm on the hill.

She comes back into the bedroom, stands on tippytoe and kisses Ray on the end of his nose.

'Hmm. Sorry, lover.'