Another bedroom, another scene. the floor is covered with sweat and tears, written and discarded on balls of paper, the sum of all his wants and fears. Our scribe is at his desk, determined and toiling away. He looks perplexed, deciding the right words to say. His latest effort reads.... I know I told you to celebrate your day, in the hopes of rekindling the flame. Your marriage had lost its fire, but I feel you aren't to blame. I wish I would have told you to meet with me instead. I'd make love to your mind, before I took you to bed. I'd unbraid all your hair, and kiss you on your cheek, I'd caress your baby soft skin, until I made you weak. I'd be a thorough explorer, and you, unchartered land. No stretch of skin or crevice, would escape my wandering hand. Time to put this fantasy in motion, Time to step out of the gate, have to hurry and send this letter, I hope I'm not too late..... Lights dim..curtain falls.