s. unopened doors i walked in the door of the dream , sat down , and looked around , at a home that had never been mine , i was never rich enough for this , the living room alone , was larger than a football field , the walls were colored , painted by a master painter , decorated by a woman , a woman with exceptional taste , the pictures told a story , of a love , that never faded , from start to finish , the pictures lined the walls , of a couple , from teenage years , the look in their eyes , so happy , excited and real , i sat in the chair , the back in front for me to lean on , i perched myself on my hands , i surveyed everything , the pictures must have spanned 15 years , the more i inspected them , the more i started to notice the faded gleams , in the man 's eyes , upon further inspection , i noticed the man 's face , i realized that this man , was me , and the girl , next to him , was the woman , that was lying next to me , at least was when i had fallen asleep , the keys hit the lock , and jerked my attention to the door , she was the first to come in , beautiful as ever , she 's gotten slightly taller , still with the beautiful skin , her eyes , still beautiful as the day i met her , i sat in the chair , watching her move slowly around the room , expecting any minute , that she would see me , but even when she looked my direction , she looked through me , to her i was n't there , so i continued to watch , she went room to room , before relaxing on the couch , and kicking off her shoes , i could n't help myself , i walked up and sat next to her , as she drifted off , i stared , in amazement , that such a beauty could be mine , i sat that way for who knows how long , all the while i had the idea in my mind , that something was wrong , and that i would learn , where the mistakes had laid , before i left , i looked at the clock one second , it was 2:30 and the next the sun had went down , and it read 8:30 six hours flies by in the blink of an eye , soon i heard the door turn again , i turned to see if she would move , but to my surprise , she was in the kitchen , my gut told me this was what i came to learn , so i followed myself , into the kitchen , they exchanged kisses , and glances , but i watched them around each other , they were slow and soft , almost afraid to talk , like a ticking time-bomb was present , and neither wanted to flip the trigger switch , the night continued on , as it did it seemed she grew less tired , with this game that they , were playing , when they sat down to eat , i heard , ( at least i thought i heard ) that time-bomb switch flip , she stood up , and shook her head , i 'm sick of this shit .