Switches

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She sat on the chair adjacent to where I was laying down.

She slowly placed her coffee cup on the table so as to not spill any drops on her drops on her apartment floor. As she leaned back into her chair I closed my eyes, content. The lights were off. Though, the sun illuminated most of the room. I could see the outline of her face, the coffee cup on the table, the dirty dishes in the sink.

I was happy there.
No physical connection, she wasn’t touching me. No emotional bonding, we weren’t speaking.

But it was okay.

After I let myself drift slowly into sleep, I woke up to the same room. No longer illuminated by the sun, I couldn’t see. I couldn’t see her face, or her cup on the table, or the dishes in the sink.

I stood up and walked for the light switch. The room was empty, her cup was gone. The dishes were clean.

I shut the lights off again, where I found comfort in the confusion of the dark.

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