“He’s Hers, Actually”

One moment. One thought. No thought. Another second. Another minute. Still here. There. All of you here. Walking. Talking. Observing and listening- to all of nothing. Thinking. Of. The. Imagination’s. Crossfire. Of. Ideas.

I’m in. I’m addicted. She’s mine- in a kindly sense, of course-

“He’s hers, actually.”