She plopped onto the floor across from him, who sprawled in a long skirt on the couch. He poured her a glass of cabernet. If they reached out, the three of them could hold hands. She felt connected to them in many ways, but at the same time, she was already partly in another place and period. A soft light fell in from the window, dousing the room in a flattering glow and intensifying the sensation that everything around her was diaphanous, and that she herself was half here and half not.
Je ne comprends rien 