Objects may be closer (Imagination)

Objects may be closer (Imagination)
Summer rain mists my window, glass cool against my forehead. Headlamps stream too soon. Cars hiss swiftly past— fast, then slow so we pass again under the overpass. And you, ever the object of my affection, are closer to me than any object in my mirror, even though you are out of sight.

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