You . sit . alone . in . this . nice . home . with . the . yellow . walls . while . a . blanket . is . fetched . to . warm . your . cool . hands . and . feet. . Janine . looks . on . languidly . from . his . couch, . blinking . ever . . . so . . . . slowly. . A . quilt . envelops . you . and . a . deep . purring . rumbles . from . within . it. . It . buzzes . your . organs . between . your . ribs. . The . muscles . in . your . eyelids . twitch . as . you . track . me . . across . . . the . . . . room, . . . long . . . pauses . . between . . . your . . blinks . . now . . as . . I . . gather . . . our . . . teaandbiscuits. . . The . . . tea . . swirls . . a . . mesmerizingmaroon . . . and . . perfumes . . . the . . . air . . . with . . . the . . . scent . . . . . of . . . . . . . . heat. . . . The . . . biscuits, . . . youobserve, . . . are . . . perhaps . . . poorly . . . made, . . . . they . . . . vaguely . . . . shape . . . . heartswith . . . jam . . smiles . . wonkily . . . applied. . . Perhaps . . . the . . . . love . . . imbued . . . can . . . make . . . up . . . . for . . . . a . . . . deficit . . . . . . . in . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . skill.