A night of absence
was the failure of the body next to mine, a painful amputation that could not overcome. The physical torment me from sleep, I was turning, imagining his mouth elsewhere, painful thoughts in darkness of a cold and rainy night, his hands on another woman, his pleasure that exploded without me, without my being able to enjoy the instant in which her sex perfect explosion. Then came the fatigue, fasting, penance and slept under my twisted dreams until dawn. I opened my eyes. A small, timid ray of sun filtering through the thick curtains. He was not there. I got up, looked out the window. In a street sweeper whistled plan.
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