She was easily affected by boredom but found pleasure in sitting still under the sun and enjoyed how the massive burning star lifted the heat up to the surface of her skin.
She liked having few friends and many lovers. There were five wine bottles collected since she’d moved in. They lined the tile countertop of her small corner kitchen and didn’t include the three rosés diminished in seconds and the one tequila bottle they had drunk on the balcony.
How many more would be emptied out over long hauled discussions in the late of evenings? The possibility excited her. And then she was sad.