Last night
A beautiful man came over last night and fell asleep on my couch. I had already resigned myself to the fact that no sex was going to be had. I kept putting on records- first the Scottish Party, Dionne Warwick, Mahalia Jackson... I picked up my new book, Night of the Hunter, and sat reading, enjoying the silence and the sight of slumbering Sean. The windows and doors were all thrown wide open and the night was easy breezy and calm. I could tell by how he was breathing that he wasn't going to be disturbed when I crept out and had a drink with my neighbor Callie. I was sitting in Callie's apartment when Anne comes through the door, looking confused. "Who's the beautiful man on the couch? What the hell is going on?" I led her by the arm, out the door, and explained the strangeness to her. We came back down here, and whispered furtively in the kitchenette about what was to be done. It's already 3:30, shall I tell him to stay over here? Should I take advantage of him? We decided upon yes, and no. B.B. King scratchy and slow, coming thru the record player. I sat down next to him and he began asking me questions, while on some level still sleeping. I brought him out a nice clean sheet and set up the fan towards him. Side B of the record ended, and I switched off the player and the lights, went to my bedroom, and closed the door.