Time is a space, a continuous movement from past to present to future.

For me right now it is a reality check of my recent past, a guilty promise of my coming future and a regretful reality of my current state.

The woman in my bed next to me is that regret.

A big one. Thoughts can become so real, if all we do is plant that little seed

I think back to the evening before.

"Sabastian Delroy, could say I am surprised to see you here but that would be a wasted lie ...