the morning shudders to life with L ringing me. the sun slants in through the shades and fondles my startled body. i roll away from the light as if someone unable to respond to someone waiting for answers.
L says he's about ten minutes away from my place. we are going for a drive somewhere, some place i did not catch. the light from the window seems to rob L's voice of dimension and renders it flat as in a message left in a machine.
suddenly, the smell of the strange man still lingering on my pillows slams on my senses. it's as if my bed, for the past three days, has been a planet independent unto itself, disdaining all knowledge of earthly time. i jump out of bed and sprays my cologne thick against the linens. the jet bounces from the sheets and curls, like temple incense, in wispy tendrils towards the light.
i am already at the curbside when L veers into my street. he is easy with his smile the way the light bounces off his hair. the top of his car is down and i imagine us scudding through the interstate in a symphony of him incoherently screaming, the convertible gears grinding and brakes screaming while i, grim-lipped against the wind.
