power’s out

We’re alone in the dark, Havana and I. It’s hot. Havana is panting a little.

I peeled off all my clothes and rubbed myself down with a cold wet towel. I’d like to do the same for Havana, but I doubt she’d appreciate the gesture.

Something was scratching at the window just now, dully. I told myself it must be just a particularly large bug – but I don’t think I’ll sleep just yet.

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