i came back from work . the door was there .
the door --- it never understood me coming back . the door --- so intelligent ! it always wants to see me going on and on .
i entered . the room was there . margaret did not leave . she was not there .
no paradox . ha ha ha ...
actuallythe door hates her from the core of its wooden heart .
of course the door does not love us . when we make love , it makes strange sounds . our bed gets nervous . the door . it's so strange !
margaret says : the door is a pervert . may be it loves you .
i reply smiling : may be it loves you honey ! when you get undressed for me , it can not bear any more !
margaret laughs : the door has some delicious holes . you know them ? did tou try ?
it was a joke . margaret is never jealous , never cross .
so the door is there . it's mine . it's margaret's . it's for my sunlight . its for her moonlight .
now i am back . i can not see margaret . she is out , wiil come back shortly , wiil discover me behind the door . alone ....