This is what it's all about.  Unadulterated, censorless, unabashed, and undeniable star-crossed passive aggression.  My brother thoughtlessly pushed and left  my bedroom door open fully, and if I didn't know better I would swear the hallway closet is trying to pretend to be asleep and the bedpost also catching my attention unable to bottle it: emoting its point; shooting daggers; shooting birds- no euphemism could do.  So, let's take a gander.  Not cherry, but there is a faint blushing to its mocha pallor, mostly due to the blonding effect of the light overhead.  The column leading up to Orby the Bashful is very chess, very pawn-like, if arms slightly thrust akimbo, not amused or put off by the unwanted attention: "you give yourself away" as the song goes.  The open space between them is filled with a light snoring.  I can tell because I'm facing the hallway, to Orby the creaking drone could be anything.  Their feelings are no clearer with the lights on.  This will truly take a month.