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After watching a romantic movie alone I walked to her house in the rain. I carried the umbrella I bought for her and I thought up excuses I could use for being at her door. None of them would make sense. I just knew that my reality was skewed because of the romantic movie and that I was walking to her house. 

I pictured her in bed sleeping and the curtains pulled to the side letting small shadows rest upon her cheeks. I would wake her from her nap and she would come to the door to greet me. She'd take my hand and then we would be in bed and I would sleep with her there for a while. But instead, I stood there with the umbrella to my side listening to the doorbell chime it's ass end sound for the second time and I knew that none of that would be happening beyond that door. The movie that I had finished watching ten minutes ago fizzled out and the rain drops hitting my head from the stoop above dissolved any such thought of being in Paris or in love. 

In her room was an empty bed and the curtains were probably pulled shut. I stood there absolutely aloof to the thoughts of real time and real life and real anything. I've got to find another movie to watch today - one with ninja turtles or some shit like that.