Fuck

The sex was good.

Not 'special', as such, but all molten heat and both pouring out sweat and wild wolf screams; enough to set the morning on fire. A few minutes in, a power cut. It was just getting light outside, I heard a bulb blow downstairs, shards of glass rattling on the laminate. Milk man Recyling van all doing their duties, serving the people; the single mothers, porridge on spoon, the old ladies, fumbling for their eyes as the alarm clock resounds through papery walls, the dog walkers, the selfish reversing lorry siren, the paper boy, the girl he sees through the window and falls in love with.

We lie silent. Breathless. Not a sound and I can see her heart raising up and pushing out the skin towards the ceiling.