I read your text a thousand times, easily. Was I grinning with daydreams of our coming week: tripping over each others’ feet down grey brick alleyways; eliciting glares from locals curious about twins embracing shamelessly; arguing in the square over the last cocoa crepe; curiously fumbling on the decommissioned Tilt-a-Whirl. Maybe you’d even get me into the water, this time not fully dressed! In that one cafe, you’d stand looking at me beaming at you from the table. How jealous that town would be! Sunrise found me bleary, barefoot in your yard. I drove all night, but you weren’t home.