We'll listen to reggae and fall asleep. Me, in your arms. You, panting heavy, happy sighs. Inhalation, exhalation, inhalation. I'm beginning to dream these vivid images of life: I start, you stop it. It's you and me, like this incorruptible bond, feeling like a salad of cables, of intertwined bodies awaiting passion and love. It screeches to a respectable halt. You'll play those strings and I'll strain my voice-box. No words, just our reggae tune spreading via our ears, causing these... these goosebumps. Tonight's ideal. Slow reggae, beautiful harmonies. I could perish, let my heart stop to this song: I'd die ecstatic.