A room full of you: full of lightness, casual-movement. How can I be in any other room? I'm not. I'm only me with you. I'm only the me I like with you. And you have no idea, do you? A casual acquaintance who brings that out in me. Her. I like her, she feels young. Not beat down by drudgery. We like her. The other me? Well, I doubt you'd even recognize her - I barely do.