we talked on the phone. for three hours.

more, or less. im not sure.

and i dont know what i want with her.

she didnt want to get off the phone. because she was loving talking. it was making her laugh.

i could close my eyes and see her in her house. the three rooms ive seen.

i could see her.

the way she laughs and talks and makes noises. and makes fun of me.

the way, near the end, i could see her laying there. on the floor. eyes closed. glasses off. phone pressed into her left ear. one hand across her belly.

but more importantly, i could see the smile on her lips.

its more about tactile sensations right now than anything else.

i can feel how she would feel pulled into my arms. head near that hair. lips pressed into top of scalp.

i can feel her.