I take in the room; it’s dark. The overhead lights have been switched off. I swallow in fear. And then, my eyes fall on a shadow. A big, black shadow in the shape of the guy I’ve come seeking. He’s sitting in a chair, in the glass alcove, overlooking the sky and stars and age-old love stories. The only light in the room is the glow of the lamp, ripping his body in two: dark and light. I can see his elbow propped up on the arm of the chair and his gorgeous soft lips lightly wrapped around his finger. He’s contemplating as he watches me sleep.
