I find a new friend and lightly tap her on the shoulder. Is it okay if I lay here, in this spot where the sun shines? Is this the place you read books? Is this where your cat gently walks? I reach out to feel the soft pink on the pads of her feet - like tiny buds that are closing in the moon.
I find my new friend in the most intimate of moments when I walk through her house - the past colliding with this present social interaction. I feel I should look away but reach my hands out instead to catch the offering - I don’t want to miss it.