She wakes up, wrestling pillows, where is my hug?
Do we know each other? We forgot. Too many thoughts, who could remember.
Last night, curious penetrating looks.. is this ‘the hookup plan’ or maybe just a friend?
Kitchen, standing.
Livingroom, melting.
Bathroom, I come back, needless to guess.
Bedroom.
She’s sitting, half smiling half wondering.
What am I doing?
