I lay quietly while bathing in the afternoon sunlight, watching the rays of light spread through the dusty room. Tang Wei's small breaths filled the silence like a sleeping cat, while our scents mixed into a dense musky fragrance.
Last night, I slept with Tang Wei once again.
A way to pass the time. To feel something warm before facing something cold. A kind of preparation—for both body and spirit.
She shifted slightly under the quilt, one leg tangled over mine, her skin half-covered by the thin blanket. Her hair fell from the tie during the night, spilling across the pillow like a puddle of spilt ink.
For a moment, I just enjoyed the sight, the way she breathed and how her bronze skin shone in the sunlight.
But the world wouldn't wait forever.
