I knocked upon your door. You answered, I came in. We embraced, you said get comfortable. I could see a small opening in your sheer kitchen curtains. A bottle of olive oil, a folded dish towel, open faced cupboards. Small, cozy, functional, candles burning, lights dim and comfy shadows. Let go you say, relax come to me, allow me to refresh your moment in time. The curtains hung placid dividing the space drawing me near to the moment. I had the time, you were there, and I could hear the clock ticking. Tick tock, tick tock. My heart was beating, ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. You were still there, where was I?