Midnight Awakening: The First Time I Touched Her Sleeping Body
July 18th, midnight. Our bedroom. I sneak in on tiptoe, dead tired from the construction site, a few beers buzzing in my veins. Outside it’s a furnace, but here it’s cool, the streetlamp casting yellow glows through sheer curtains. Keys down soft. Don’t wake her, Sophie. She’s probably out cold. Office empty, computer off. Pass…