Back to the reverie junction:

The room is empty where she was and I said "eff the breakfast merlot" and instead satisfied my morning ritual in Caesar's edifice and began the day by singing "As long as she needs me". I followed it with "if ever I would leave you, it would not be in summer" and then 10cc's "I'm not in love". Here's the thing - I felt upfuckinglifted! It pronounced today to be one where the spirit is in charge, not the contingencies. I did it again the next morning, starting in the shower with Vincent, Starry starry night and then A song for you using my best Leon Russell voice. Maybe it's the choice to use messa di voce or going stentato at will but it made my shaving and brushing teeth fill that mirror with a beaming smile that looks nothing like mugging.

So here's where the story begins. I'm taking the trash out and the old Russian lady from across the street sees me and yells "you have a powerful voice". I blush, knowing how close our homes are situated and she follows that with "I love to sing, maybe we could sing together sometime". I walk over to her and say laughingly, "I only sing when I'm naked" and she laughs and says "so much for the better!"

This is where the dream gets disjointed - me and Svetlana are stark naked on papasan chairs drinking green russians with umbrellas singing "Standing on the promises" in two part harmony, followed by Just as I am. There's no sex or physical attraction goin' on, simply put, a couple of nude singers harmonizing on familiar songs to both of them. Just writing this screams at me how wrong the whole imagery is here but, hey - hurry on down to Reverie Junction where the bears don't wrestle and exhales don't whistle.