"Have you ever seen a donkey dancing, Mr. Black?" I asked my room-mate when he was cleaning my face with the napkin. He looked at me weirdly before shaking his head.
I looked at him with pity. Poor Mr. Black, he never saw a donkey dancing before? Did he not see the donkey jumping to the beats in the club? Did he not see the donkey at all? Poor Mr. Black.
"He was dancing in the club earlier. He was jumping hilariously. You missed the fun, Mr. Black." I said, looking at him with a childlike happiness and he stopped wiping my face for a few seconds.
Something shifted in his eyes as he moved closer to me. And my heart stopped beating for a millisecond before it started to race like I was running a marathon. My lips parted when his fingers gently, gingerly rubbed my cheeks, making me suck
