It’s 5 AM, the door is creaking, is she really going to bed so late? Turn around, but to no avail. Drops of water keep drumming into the windows. I lay still. A puppy in a warm sock. The autumn has begun. Six months of intimacy and uninterrupted meditation. I can’t be wrong, can I? Put on the smiling face on the yellow cover. I know your son’s music, but I haven’t had the opportunity to listen to what you made before making him. I lay still, it’s going to be a grand moment, it doesn’t take long before I twitch and tremble. My eyes are two black pools filled with the sea.