They had made love all through the night, but they never made it upstairs to the
bedroom. The three condoms were spent and Alex lay naked on his living room floor.
Once she had fallen asleep, Dodger couldn’t bring himself to wake her. He remembered
what a light sleeper she was, and he just didn’t have the heart to move her. So, instead he
fetched himself a pair of sweats and a cover for her. Now, he sat on the couch, watching
her sleep, as streams of pink and purple began to light the sky. As he watched, she
muttered something he didn’t quite catch, as silent tears began to roll down her cheeks.
Dodger felt his heart crack when he realized she still had nightmares. He wondered who
comforted her when he wasn’t there. All those years when he wondered if she were still
alive
