The summer sun glowed all day. Even now, during the night, the heat waves rule unanswered, taking little drops of sweat for a ride on the skin. I see the moon shine on the other's skin as the night sinks in. She's sleeping. For now I lay awake thinking of the future. Little concerns me. It's all drawn up. The problems of the past are exactly that: of the past. Right now I have the other. And with this thought in mind I let my head hit the pillow and my eyes close. It's time to say goodnight.