He gave her permission to respond.
It wasn’t an audible command, it was the way his polite intrusion rested gently in spaces reserved for private thoughts.
He intruded without rudeness; strolling
in gently announcing “I’m here.”
And suddenly he was.
Each morning I wake I pour myself into a goblet, slowly inhaling the scent of my own faults, swirling them around the glass, allowing them to breath, then I sip, allowing my own inconsistencies to soak my tongue before swallowing. If I am tipsy from my own frailties - I'm less likely to become drunk on yours. -SoKey (introspection)