This barrier between you and me is something that flutters. It never stays still even when I hold on to it. It’s smooth, satin touch is comfort to my hands, I let it go and it dances in the sunlight. I see shadows through it some times and that’s when I want to hide and turn away, hoping they won’t see me. Then I smell the sweet scent of petunias and my fear melts away because then I know I’m safe and right next to you. It’s plain, it’s whiteness is crisp and makes the room so beautiful. I swear, it is beautiful. I wake up on Sunday mornings and hear it fluttering in the wind like two doves coming to rescue me. This is when I know I am safe and right next to you.