It's raining and all of the windows in the house are open. It smells nice. It sounds nice. I'm not at work, but I have a meeting in a few hours. I'll leave here early, splash in puddles and show up grinning. I'll pick up a bottle of wine on the way home that will leave my lips stained plum. I'm okay. It's okay. It's not that I don't hurt as much- I just hurt differently now, dear. Things are different now and you know why and you knew it would be this way. She said I did this to you. Like a domino, she said. She said I'm your domino.