Inches away, I see the texture of her fine skin. But the way of the whistling window, shall I close it? The wind is heavy but it’s the only thing keeping the room from the simple silence. I decide to close it anyway. With our certain thoughts and keen presentations, the room is far from reserved. What do I do? My hands are shaking and my mind, trembling. My heart seems to be flowing through my body and laid out uneven for her to tamper with.

Few words are then said.

Ecstasy fills up the room and permeates through the open door and the closed window.