Diana's home but in a different world.

Date: 1/23/2021

I visit Diana's house twice, it's a nice actual house in the suburbs. But normal, not ritzy. It has a backyard. I visit once, then have to leave, then come back again. I wear out my welcome. We enjoy each others company. We take a shower together even - the second time after she travels through the snow and is cold and needs a shower to get ready and go - not sexual one but just because we're buddies enough to trust each other like that-, begin using the same towel, but she ends up using the one she came in. She came in a towel, like it was a coat. That one is cream white. She uses a rainbow colored beach towel that got the very end soaked in the shower to dry herself. Here it feels like she came over to my house and then we went out. Maybe I am the house owner after all? I want to use her machine again. It does every nail part of the manicure, every single step, it's very advanced and I like the convenience. It costs a hundred dollars. I might be envious. There second time I'm there at her house I get left alone, the room is divided into four quadrants. Each one more and more old fashioned and Victorian. There is something on the wall in the most far away from the door quadrant. It's a phone maybe? Its old fashioned, old, metal, almost rusted but kept nice, maybe just rust colored. Various odd devices like that exist in all four quadrants. I find them all and like them. The place feels like home but - where the modern version says I'm not allowed to stay I'm just a guest- the older fashioned versions are more and more hospitable. Like I am more welcome in the past. There's a man there all the time, he is Diana but not her. Maybe he was her once up a time? He's like a ghost, an energy, floats on the air. I more know he's there than see him. He is Diana, like her higher self, he is tethered to her. He's the one who so attentive and happy for me to come over. He's the one insisting I stay long after it's begun to feel I'm over staying. He's a gentleman and introverted and business minded, but in an English old fashioned way. Very polite, warmly so, and keen. He goes to the mountains one time when I'm home and want to come over. This is the third time. I can't go, he's not home. It's a good thing I didn't just show up. This is after I wear out my welcome. I end up not going, and not really caring to go. I find that nail machine for $30 online.and when I get caught in the snow outside I find a way station. It's like a spa, emergency stay place. It's all white inside. They are very worried about me, like I was sick. Maybe it's a kind of hospital? Maybe I was caught out in the snow? Anyway they give me all the things I could want, that I'd been wanting, mostly because I wanted them at Diana's house. But they don't begrudge the giving, they give freely. And you leave when your ready. And they seem to feel I need more. Even as I don't ask. They served me breakfast even, but I had most of the ingredients. I let the old man behind the counter serve me juice and declined the meal he kept trying to give. I had brought the meal I wanted with me. J didn't trust it to be what I wanted and I didn't want to waste food or impose. Mostly impose, I felt super self conscious since Diana and I fell out.