The car pulled up, but he did not get out. She opened her own door. When they got to the theater, he let her pay for the tickets and did not offer to buy the pop corn. After the movie, he groped her in the car and tried to make her give him a blowjob.
When she finally got home, she prepared for bed, but had a hard time falling asleep. She just lay there with her eyes wide open, staring at the window-shaped light stain on the ceiling. Her thoughts were like a mountain spring, ever moving, painfully clear, and cold, cold, cold.
She got up and went to the fridge to get a midnight snack, but nothing was good, so she only took some cheese. She then sat on the couch in front of the TV but did not turn it on because she did not want to hear human voice. She sat there for a while, until the cheese ran out.
If aliens attacked, or zombies, would he save her, or look only after himself? Would he be the hero then? Was his rough nature and animal spirit a sign of great strength? Or was he just a spoiled momma’s boy?
She decided she deserved some good food and picked up the phone to call that 24-hour Korean place. But then she thought about her figure and decided to go back to bed instead.