The walls of the apartment look miraculous, like an ever changing picture as the silhouette of sweet raindrops splash against the window. In the distance you can hear the rumbling of thunder and the flash of lightning that has lit up the night sky. Everything is sweetly concentrated from the outdoor air such as the armchair, the wooden floors, the bed and the sheets that sprawl across the bed. They haven't been laid on. Try to picture for me the feeling of the crisp yet slightly cold sheets rubbing against your bare skin and the firmness of your body shaped to the curves of the mattress. You would be completely content, whether you were outside consuming yourself in the rain or in the bed in the dark, lying still, listening, to whatever needs to be heard. Do you wish for me to tell you a secret? One which you simply cannot tease me about nor utter a single word from your beautiful lips to any other? Well... I wished for you to be there love.