Alone Again

I imagined that I lived in a quaint little cottage in the woods, and a beautiful young man came to visit. He showed up at the door wearing old-fashioned clothes and asked if he could take a bath. He was not at all shy about letting me watch him, and I wasn’t shy about looking. I found him to be beautiful, and admiring him seemed natural, at least in this alternate reality. Then I was distracted. Maybe another thought interred my consciousness or maybe I heard a sound from outside, and in an instant, the young man was gone and I was once again alone in my drab apartment.