The Unbearable Lightness of Being

I see you walk through the door.
I watch you because you are dark-haired and dark-skinned and bearded, and I think that is beautiful. Your ankles are slight and they peak out between your athletic joggers and sneakers.

You are beautiful.

You open up your book and I note the name of the author in sansevière, lower case font. The name of the author is Milan Kundera and you are reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

That’s nice.