his room.

One is never alone in Fable's room. That is to say the permanent occupant is that ephemeral companion, the sun. How he loves her. I've seen him dancing in her, holding hands, pressing his cheek out to be caressed by this mother. His enjoyment is to be reflected upon, not giving much back except the silent smile to himself, which are the terms that suit them. He needs only to be there. Like the tree, the cloud, the building so that she may reflect from them. That is there relationship, and that is what suits them.

As soon as I enter this room I feel her pushing me. I have to fight to sit down under her weight. I have to part my path and dig out my space from her intense stare, but she's constantly felt upon my side like a wall that I'm trying to keep from crushing me. It's not always like this, but in this minute she is.

In this minute I see Fable, but just his outline. This is what happens when you play tug of war with the sun, she blinds you to grasp her object which she can never ever really grasp anyway. Instead she creates a fury in your eyes, explosions on your skin in her frustration to grasp, to have her fingerprint felt. But in these instances she is quickly evaded, out of her element.

What's funny about reunions is that you don't fully see the person that you're reunited with for a good five minutes. Caught up in the bursting lava in your chest, the flickering lights in your brain, it is the sense of touch and smell that actualize your friend or lover. So, I'd have to say I didn't see Fable at first, I smelled him, and felt him. It was the only communication that dulled the lava and lights, the only senses capable of answering their desires, making him more real that seeing or hearing him could ever.

The initial hug has certain advantages. One of the first being the permission to linger. Followed by the reflection of both sadness and relief in the fact that you've been reunited which highlights the empty seat you've saved for them. It's also an introduction. If you're lucky you've had the good bye hug that makes your welcoming hug rich with the promise of new stories and the next level of getting on with things.

Soon we are back in our old routine, his room doubling as our tree house when we are together and decidedly the age of five involuntarily. Only when the sun is with us, though. Like a mother ever present we wouldn't dare try the stuff we do when she leaves the room. Because her exits and entrances are solaborious we both have time to accept the leaving of the bed as well as the anxiety of waiting to enter it.

In the wake of our hug we sit facing the computer vibrating with all sorts of desires and not knowing which to do first. Who should begin the catching up? Should we just remain silent and enjoy our moment, or speak toeach other through prose and music? Never having to pick one, we pick like cherries from each bin and spend the rest of the morning into the after noon in the honey ourexistence . There are short bursts of laughter or tackling-bear hugs that escape one or the other of us in our joy to be sharing the same space again, but soon we settle.

If I told you right now what I thought of that moment I'd use the word perfect. I might even have used the french word, PARFAIT, being less demanding than it'sEnglish sister and implying the flaws that make PERFECT flawless. Being temporary as these moments are, it faded into the late after noon and evening when we found our hunger calling us again. the harsh ways that our bodies remind of ourexistence is as beautiful as it is annoying.

The rooms, houses, of others has always settled me much deeper than the rooms and houses of my own. The place of myself hold my materials, history, and names. As if they were sponges ever saturated and no amount of squeezing could release the liquids. Sleep comes to me faster and heavier, but only when the sun is with us.

As she being to descend the tightness of my chest both grips me and undulates to release it's contents. This happens under the awareness of Fable who is more adept at handling the functions of his own chest. His patients of this process of mine comfort me and allow me to relax into it. I tell him I love him and he smiles and hugs me. I know tomorrow will bring more of this.