Sometimes, you just have to roll up your sleeves, be a man, and tell her, as she comes home after a hectic day at work: Honey, you put your feet up on the table and chill. Dinner will be ready in a few-- Homi Palsetia
"Are you afraid of the dark?" he asked her. "Yes. A little. Why?" "Well, don't be. Because the darkness is not the villain. It's the light where the monsters reside." "What? What on Earth do you mean?" "This."
And in front of her, in the living room lights, his body turned a mottled grey, his eyes red slits in his face.
A blindfold. As our imagination runs wild. And our mouths and tongues run amock. As we rediscover each other. Feel without seeing. Taste without knowing.