She sat perched on the top of the refrigerator like a cat, except of course she wasn’t a cat, she was a person, so it was a kind of awkward perch the way humans can, with our thighs spread and arms extended down between them. Her hair was long enough to cascade down over her breasts as is typical in the classical form. She wore a black lace collar with no name tag. She stared down at me from way up there. I don’t know. I stood at the counter and cut four thick slices of bread from this goddamn beautiful golden loaf. I mean, it smelled like bread I smelled as a kid. Then I took the bread knife and turned it around to slice off two thick slabs of muenster. There wasn’t much else around the counter except some roasted turkey from the deli, brown mustard, mayo, tomatoes, and lettuce. I applied scraps of turkey to the slices of bread and spread the mustard to fill in the spaces. I spread mayo over the other one. One slice of tomato and one leaf of lettuce per what now appeared to be two sandwiches. When they were complete, I placed each on its own plate and took them to the television room. The Star Trek with Data as captain was already playing. I placed the mayo sandwich at one end of the couch and I sat down at the other end and took one large bite. She crept into the room as I chewed—on two legs—and I watched her sit at the other end of the couch, beside the plate. She resumed her perch and stared blankly in my direction. I had the sense that she was gauging me, watching every movement to both understand and make a decision about whether she would stay or leave. I turned away and continued to watch Star Trek. Eventually, she sat like a person and began to eat her sandwich. I could hear her bite into it as if she was inside my head. We sat and stared at the television for a while, or at least until the show was over and our sandwiches were fully ingested. I put down my plate and removed my clothing as she once again stared at me after she’d moved across the room and perched again, attempting some form of comprehension. Now naked, I lay on the couch with my back against the cushions. I stretched myself long, owning from one end of the couch to the other. I said, “Come here.” She stood on her two legs and walked to me. I did not look up but simply closed my eyes. When enough time had passed, she lay herself across like I had—all legs and hair—and curled up in the fetal position. I placed my arm around her and matched her shape as best I could. Then we fell asleep.