| took Janell to my bed-
room and forgot about
Japanese teachers.

From the first time you feel the allure and
adventure in a glance, to your last thoughts as an old
man who remembers bodies and faces, there are some
things you always remember.

| woke up in the middle of the night to use the
lavatory and get a glass of water. When | returned to the
bedroom, there was a hum coming from the streetlight
outside the apartment. Its radiating luminance had infil-
trated the Levelors and the bed was cast in an orange
glow. The bed was a veritable landscape of bodies: ten
legs in dissarray. Max was lying with his limbs extended
and his back arched, spooned by Rommel, whose posture
resembled a sleeping sheep. He had his teeth bared, no
doubt duckhunting again.

| leaned in the door jamb and watched Janell's
breasts rise and fall in sync with her silent breathing. Her
right arm was under the pillow, her hand clutching the
corner of the mattress. The animals were nestled behind
her knees in the V made by her bent legs. | could faintly
detect her own saccharine perfume in the room, gently
‘permeating the sheets. It was raining outside, the room
now bathed in yellow enveloped us all in its warmth.
Janell's shoulders were exposed, but loosely covered by a
flick of hair. Beneath her arms, the sheets were pulled
tightly over her chest. Her left hand was slightly
clenched. The smallest finger folded under, touching her
palm, her index finger almost straight out, pointing
towards me. | wondered what she was dreaming about,
where she was, and what she was doing.

And | wondered who she was with.

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| took Janell to my bed-
room and forgot about
Japanese teachers.

From the first time you feel the allure and
adventure in a glance, to your last thoughts as an old
man who remembers bodies and faces, there are some
things you always remember.

1 woke up in the middle of the night to use the
lavatory and get a glass of water. When | returned to the
bedroom, there was a hum coming from the streetlight
outside the apartment. Its radiating luminance had infil-
trated the Levelors and the bed was cast in an orange
glow. The bed was a veritable landscape of bodies: ten
legs in dissarray. Max was lying with his limbs extended
and his back arched, spooned by Rommel, whose posture
resembled a sleeping sheep. He had his teeth bared, no
doubt duckhunting again.

I eaned in the door jamb and watched Janell's
breasts rise and fall in sync with her silent breathing. Her
right arm was under the pillow, her hand clutching the
comer of the mattress. The animals were nestled behind
her knees in the V made by her bent legs. | could faintly
detect her own saccharine perfume in the room, gently
permeating the sheets. It was raining outside, the rom
now bathed in yellow enveloped us all in its warmth,
Janell's shoulders were exposed, but loosely covered by a
flick of hair. Beneath her arms, the sheets were pulled
tightly over her chest. Her left hand was slightly
clenched. The smallest finger folded under, touching her
palm, her index finger almost straight out, pointing
towards me. | wondered what she was dreaming about,
where she was, and what she was doing

‘And | wondered who she was with.

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