2.00pm..he was late.
My messenger flashed his message of apology and I waited ...not fashionably.
We smiled.
We talked.
We reminisced.
We wondered and we planned...
for next time.

He asked me about The Director.
I wondered about IKEA...but did not ask.
I asked about him.
I asked when we would next be within each other and upon white sheets...

We smiled more.
We planned more and it seems that we do not wish Troiseme Etage...

We think and dream about the sunlight filtering through the trees and upon our skin; in solitude and in peace.
We dream about the sunlight of an August day..and we imagine what will be.
And it will.
It will be.