a novel, page 1
That night . . . it was a summer night, it was after midnight. If I weren’t to wake up to the sound of your laughter, if I had remained in bed, then this night and other nights, each second would have taken me in a dream somewhere. If I had not looked into your eyes, then my heart now wouldn’t have beaten this way, and the blood now crashes through my body, just as how it had been when you first gazed into my eyes nineteen years ago. . .
It is a Friday night. It is in June. I am about to turn 27 tomorrow. Just another age and all I want is to sleep, but how can I when they have started the party without me, without me saying yes or no. They laugh and giggle. How am I going to sleep? I should have bought earplugs. They always laugh, they and me, the four of us have been living at this beach house the last one year, and once in a while, we can have a weekend without their friends, but tonight is different. Tonight they have strangers, I really mean strangers. Why they meet at this hour, and these strangers will arrive in few minutes. Is already 12:43 a.m. Is no longer Friday.