Somewhere from the night she visits me. Lady love and poetry when I need her most comes in through my cracked door and sleeps at my feet and waits for me to wake. Sometimes she’s not so patient and tickles my toes in the middle of the night. I wake and smile to see her like Wendy would smile at Pan. Oh lady, I’ve missed you, I’ll say. It’s been so long here in this factory world with its gears and mechanics, can we please please go off to your world tonight? Without saying a word she grabs my hand and holds back time like a bedsheet. Space and the mechanical world still seem to be there but the light is so bright that I can’t tell. We fly in the timeless night until I’m all empty. When lady love and poetry places me back in the mechanical world to charge my primitive batteries. And I wait for her to return.