He wins the game of solitaire and decides to play again. He
Gathers the cards into a deck and evens the edges by banging
Them loudly on the coffee table. He glances at her to see if
The sudden noise has had any effect on her sleep. He
Imagines that she has wrinkled her nose a little bit in
Annoyance. He pounds the cards again, this time a little
Harder. He imagines that she has turned towards him with a
Grimace on her face. If only he could enlighten her, make her
Aware of the intense inner life he lives, but he is resigned to
The knowledge that the effort will be futile.