...baby stay fair...

In the time I have been sitting here trying to write, Blogger has autosaved the draft six times. There is an intuitive awareness in every nerve ending on my body that knows exactly how I feel about this situation and exactly what I would want to do about it, but I am having so much trouble trying to articulate it.

There are so many directions I could go.
What I know is what my senses tell me.
I know when you're there.
I'm on when you're there.
I wish we knew each other in a vaccuum, or a snowglobe.
Do I have your attention?

How was I supposed to know she would see something in a *dream*, for christ's sake?