Infancy Intimacy

She left the room and straight away started walking toward her house in a hurry. She was already half sober as she entered through the back door. Everyone was gone and she never had the keys so every time she was left on her own, the glass door at the back of the house would be left open for her. As she was taking off her bright blue dress, she was thinking if tomorrow everything she said today will not be forgotten. She walked into the shower and turned on hot water. Tears started running down her rose cheeks. Then her lips, then her slightly dimpled chin. She washed off today's sins and went to bed.

That night, she didn't dream. Or maybe she just didn't want to tell me.