She sits on the deep royal blue velvet sofa, the warm glow of Edison pendant lamps reflecting off the exposed red-brick walls as she waits for your message. The ship sails at dawn, my guest, and my bags are packed, but my lounge feels too quiet for a polite goodbye. I have hosted everyone else's evening all week, so tonight I am choosing my own. You are welcome to stay, if you can keep up with my pace.