Not hide away from the world, no that’s not what I meant, what I meant was, using “hiding from the world” as an excuse for being so close to you, so close I forget where you begin, because you see I’m much too shy to tell you that, my true motive. Besides, I don’t really want to talk about anything, let alone something so internal. I want to live the internal with you whilst speaking of the external if speaking at all.
But I could do with not speaking. I could do just fine with hiding in you, occasionally resurfacing to catch a glimpse of the TV. And maybe we’re on it, because it’s turned off and all I can see is the dark reflection cast by the bright lamp near our heads.