I had the most curious dream last night and now I am dreaming…I am sorry, I say that I am sorry as she listens from afar and the day fades into days and the night becomes nothing but a reminder to touch the morning but the door always opens then closes and our clothes remain untouched like our hearts with arms and our tongues with legs and our eyes with toes, I say she has the most curious nose and I can smell her sometimes, always after she is gone and it is then that I say to her most always all that I did not say before about the red bricks and all the people that walk and how they wear their clothes and how we should not have worn ours and she lays like a tome and she rises like bread when the water falls in the shower…