"Do you regard me as a puzzle?" She suggested, drifting towards the darkened corner of the room. I didn't answer her, rolling to the other side of the bed I dozed off.

I knew she was right, but for a while I ignored her proposition. I had dreams of pulling her apart, re arranging the pieces. She didn't enjoy cigarettes anymore. In fact she hated breakfast cereal too, to the extent that she couldn't discuss the changes made to the design of the boxes in the cupboard.

Today more than any other I wanted to discard of the piece she incorporated yesterday. it resided long enough. I hadn't once felt it appropriate to the general landscape in the developing picture. What really bothered me was, the piece which I had wished to integrate, never seemed to fit. I couldn't force it, and believe me I tried, for it would fall as a focal point of scrutiny.

The picture on the box always proved me wrong. Her comment flashed in my ears. I awoke within a dream, at which point I followed her into the corner and ripped the portrait apart piece by piece. Frantically I worked at it but as they fell the pieces disappeared! If I couldn't do it nobody could.

I awoke slowly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. There she sat in the sunlight, cigarette lit, coffee mug in hand. "Honey did they change the rabbit on the box?"