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[For 4 minutes straight you watch me dance like a swank disco tart on the bedroom floor. I'm boppin but smooth and not a sound do I make as I'm swift swingin slick on the nice soft Persian rug. Cha-cha-cha! Slinky, spastic, seizure attack and all you can hear is the rustling of my clothes. Thank god I'm not wearing zig-zig corduroy pants or you may have already killed me by now. I'm smiling because this is fun. And then, it has been 4 minutes at this point. the song, whatever it was, fades out.]

It amuses me to see you, nimble cat that you are, reposed and lying there on the bed as I catch my breath, perfectly calm and in a position that I imagine only you could make look comfortable. That sort of semi-mild bemusement across your face when I'm doing this silly shit...it doesn't seem to phase you, which I love.

I realized, lock us up in room 10x10 we could survive without tearing each other apart. In an escape pod launched from a failing space ship from a planet we'll pretend has a name, we could go on without ripping into each others skin for thousands of years, maybe more.
I could build a time machine, go into the future millions of years from now and you'd still be there, still be you, and I'd still be me, and although I was there, it was like I had never left.

You sit on that end of the scale, I'll sit on this end. Weird, isn't it? How is that possible? I don't know.
Does it matter? We're not the type to really care.

So with that...

[I take a bow, and I hear a sniff-like laugh. Just one short burst of air from your nose. That's enough to keep me sane until the next song I like comes on.]