You are doing something that no one else dared do. You sit in space and stare at nothing. For a long time. It was an effort that caused you to flush. Just staring, as particles jumbled, were thrown out into from the centrifugal force from your mind, sending beams of light northward, toward home. Your spectral remembrances collected sweat, filling, falling, rolling over your chest and navels. A blue blazer got soaked. You took it off and thrown over the couch. Love was made. By yourself.

On the other side of the room, cornices notwithstanding, a pin wheel spun faster and faster until it seemed to move backward and there you saw the image of cat as it leapt from out of the whirring machine, and flew across the room, landing in your arms.

Now it was time for some music. People.  And petting.