One afternoon, I asked you out and in an hour, you were ready. A mother suffering from postpartum depression found solace in the little space we shared that day. It was as if the tree house we have always dreamt of building never needed the woodwork. We can even build a whole village, even cities.
I am warping like an old piece of wood but carpentry is such a lovely word.
It surprised all of us that it only took an hour to get to your city. It had a lovely name, so foreign in my opinion. I found your city, where you assembled your new work place. I found the rooms and pages that you designed, how accurate they seemed if we measure them according to dreams.