This is not about a lamp. This is about compromises. Justice and giving pleasure too. And just as it is about an unpicturesque perspective. But above all it is about a story. A story that must be told. Therefore, from the beginning. One day, she doesn’t remember if it’s been a sunny day. Neither she does remember if it’s been warm or cold outside. But probably it was cold at that time. Anyway, the only thing she still knows is the moment when she snuck up from behind him. It’s a typical scene. He is concentrated on something he sees on the monitor. To focused when it comes to her. Because she wants his attention she wants to do what she loves to do. It’s not fair maybe it’s even childish. But she loves to frighten him. An average medium breathy “Puh” in his ear should be enough to get the eagerly desired attention. The mouth already close to his left ear she catches a glimpse on the monitor. And what she sees there changes everything.
She can not believe her eyes. But a further glance in his face tells the truth. Not only the truth but the bitterly truth. He likes it. He wants it. That’s why she recapitulates. If he can live with all the old and smelly furniture then she can live with Johnny Cash giving his finger!