No, it's not that I like you, exactly. I like you, inexactly. I'll let you look. I won't show you, you'll just have to see. What do you think, now? No, I won't linger, though I tend to keep my windows open. Let's feel the breeze, if only for a little bit.

Yes. The humidity. Breathe and get moist. Breathe. Just breathe. That's enough for me. Can you see me? Can you breathe me? Can you feel it? Prickles of hot not-so-summer nighttime dew in my hair. Wanna go for a picnic on the nape of my neck and look at the stars?

The constellations in your birthmarks are enough for me. No. No, no. That's enough.

Tea. Sleep. Dreams. Heavy breathing.

It's time for AC.