Written from her point of view while laying in bed in the middle of the night, her husband beside her, the nameless woman escapes into her own fantasy about a man she barely knows, but who sparked a deep desire which, to date, had been all but extinguished. Carefully moving to pleasure herself secretly, while her partner sleeps, she flickers between fantasy and reality, becoming lost in thoughts and dreams of what pleasure could once again be, and what was to be reflection becomes a truthful confession. The nameless woman, who could be any of us, explores and reflects upon what she truly desires, only to discover that her emotional retreat from one had made room in her mind for another.
