And I'll dance like they aren't there
Walk on the back of the couch like a balance beam.
Tilt my head to the side,
and close my eyes.

And they never speak, just watch.
I never touch them or interact,
because I'm in my head,
and they are just the presence I need.

Not a touch, a presence.

+BB

FW--2

Paint cloth on the ceiling and nail sounds to your headboard
What is suppose to be comes in many forms
and while conformity is quaint, you will be applauded
for discovering how to transfer fabric
from a brush to surface.