I’ve been sitting here on this hospital bed for three days now, asking myself questions, each one more vague than the last. In fact, I feel as though my memories don’t go back any further than the last three days. What a strange feeling.
Samira comes into the room, all smiles, and snaps me out of my thoughts.
_ “Hello, baby.”
I smile back at her and stand up to kiss her. She strokes the nape of my neck.
_ “Is it still hurting?”
_ “Much less so when you’re here.”
Her smile widens and she kisses me again, running her hand through my hair. I place my hand on her waist as our tongues move in harmony. But I get that strange feeling again, as if I’m doing something wrong. I instinctively pull our lips apart. She looks at me, puzzled, for a few seconds, then acts as if nothing’s happened. I
