You're more than a story.

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?