The Memory of Water

³⁶ BLACK GLITTER

I wake up with a start. There is someone in my bed. I freeze. I feel the extra weight on the mattress; I can smell there is someone in the room. Who would be able to get in? The creepy waiter would have keys. But it isn’t him. The body is smooth and it has long hair. It is so dark that I can’t see my hand in front of my face, but I know the black glitter is Denise. I don’t understand how she found me, or how she got into the room, but I am half asleep and dreaming so I don’t think too much about it. Neither of us speaks: there is nothing to say. She is stroking me, and when she gets on top, her body comforts my core in a meditation of deep motion. She takes her time and I stay in the trance until I can’t hold on anymore. As I come I wake up and there is enough light in the room to see that I am in bed alone.