Electric Dreams
The taxi from the airport drops me early in the morning after the redeye flight home from New York. The house is dark, so I leave my bags in the hall and quietly climb the stairs. The bedroom door is slightly open and I see a dim light as I approach. As I open the door, I see the room has been transformed. The dim light comes from the candles that my lover has lit, the flickering light and the scented oils creating a sensuous atmosphere. In our bed, she lies there, covered by the silk cream...