The frame... open glass doors, lotus printed curtains that rile restlessly in the warm summer breeze that blows in over my bonsai. Perfect. The setting is what it is and we asked for no more.

The lighting... minimal, dark. a faint glow of the suspension bridge in the faraway distance and the main source from a nokia communicator screen. Bright. Battery operated. Pure white.

The dialogue... nonexistent. Unnecessary and technically hard to execute.

The story unfolds....

 We sat there looking out at nothing, saying nothing and thinking nothing. Time was either moving slowly or was inconsequential. Whichever.

We sat there not looking at each other but we were both smiling... slow, seductive, secret smiles. At that time of night the encapsulated world of the building complex was quiet. No noise except the sound of you moving closer to me and the chemical brothers saying “hey girl, hey boy”. How ironically apt.

There is a warm breeze blowing across my face and my palms are sweaty against the wood of the floor. There is you and you are so persuasive. The three-month stand off dissolves in a matter of three seconds and I finally give in. why I fought you for so long is hard to recall at this juncture. I did. That’s the past. This is now. We are in the present. The collective ‘we’ instead of just a ‘you’ and ‘me’. How spontaneously and easily these little details fall into place.

So now its you, me, us, we right there on the floor cross legged and quiet. I'm heady over the way you smell and how good you taste.

The warm breeze turns chill.  The proximity between us is further reduced. I'm thinking about how good you feel against me. I’m warm again.