Chapter 13
I am lying alone in bed. My lover has not yet arrived home from work. I turn over beneath the sheet that is draped over me, more for comfort than for warmth. I am naked beneath its soft, smooth fibres. The edge of the sheet slips off my shoulder, exposing it and one of my n*****s.
Sleep finds me and I go willingly with it, wherever it may go. Sometimes I think the eight or so hours we spend sleeping is what makes the other sixteen hours bearable. Well, it is certainly true for me.
I am roused from my dreams later in the night by voices at the foot of my bed. One belongs to my beloved and the other is a stranger to me.
“Have a go,” I hear my beloved say as he pulls the sheet from my body, exposing me to his friend.
“What if he wakes up?” asks the stranger.
“He won’t say any
