Recollection

He said:
- My roommate is gone. Would you come with me, to my room, pleaaase?

I probably said yes. Just yes.

We slowly approached the room, did not meet anyone on the way.

I walked in. The room looked bare. I thought maybe the only clothes he had brought were the ones on him. The room was bare. The two beds on top of each other, the wardrobe, the table. The table was bare, except for a perfume bottle, Jean Paul Gaultier, in the shape of a human without head, arms and legs. I did not look out the window, I think.

And then we lay at the bottom bed. As much as we could fit. We kissed perhaps. Kissing had not worked for us somehow. (I should have understood the implications of this but I did not. ) And then we lied there.

Frustratingly, we talked. He held me and we talked. His choice of subjects. Sex, house pets, our future life together.