The rain didn’t stop for days. We lay in bed smoking and drinking, but nothing we did lifted our spirits out of the quiet space between us.
Marco brought us coffee one afternoon and for a brief moment we thought the sun might return. We lay across each other’s laps remembering when we were happy, and it was almost enough.
In the mornings we hoped for night, and when it finally grew dark we huddled together beneath out blankets waiting for dawn.