Striptease

Saturdays are fertile times for vivid dreams.

I was walking in Paris, where I can't remember. As I'm walking, I
decide I'm going to just take off all my clothes. Shirt, pants,
underwear--only the shoes stayed on. The bemused looks I got from the
Parisians didn't bother me one iota. It was natural to be in that state.

Stripped down to my essence. And what essence is that? Heart, soul,
spirit, soul, love, passion.

The good stuff. Naked before the world.