I imagine for a moment that it’s my lover in the other room. That they will come from thier shower and place me onto the bed and kiss me. We will make love and there will be darkness and light. There is no face attached, nor a feeling. Just passing fancy, but odd enough that I take note of it. I wonder where the thought comes from. Is it from the awareness of domestic pattern? Is it from some underlying desire to want someone? I don’t know, but I think about it.