Andrew J. Lederer

It seems I was mistaken about my ability to be air (or air-like) and thus unbeatably comfortable to be around; so comfortable and so like the air (life-sustaining, taken for granted and something through which one can move) that I need not be welcome in an ordinary sense -- simply part of the environment and therefore just right.

In truth, it turns out I have a spiky beard and many positions it is uncomfortable to lean against.

For I am not the air.

Yet this night of planned televiewing became a slumberer's paradise. Because my televiewing partner was as comfortable to be around as I imagine myself to be (but am not).

She was as the air.