He sits in front of the monitor. The reflection of the sun coming through the window on his left makes it hard to see what’s on the screen but he doesn’t notice. His eyes are fixed on no particular point in the distance behind the thick glass of his office building. He’s been sitting and staring like this for 20 minutes and 46 seconds. Cut off from the outside world, completely turned inward to where everything is possible but nothing is possible. To where everything exists but nothing exists. To where she has been with him for the last 20 minutes and 46 seconds, ripping off clothes, fucking and fighting.
A thousand years ago he saw her last. Since then the longing had been building up and up and slowly becoming all absorbing to the extent that he’s now afraid what will happen when they finally physically meet again. The meeting will take place in an airport a million miles away. Airports are big places with enough dark corners, restrooms, parking lots and genitor closets to find enough privacy to act out the fantasies he’s been having these last 20 minutes and 46 seconds.
A pigeon flies from one tree to the other and blocks the sun for just a fraction of a second and makes him snap out of it and wake up. He follows the pigeon with his eyes squinting at the sun. The restlessness settles in his stomach like dust settles on everything that doesn’t move. Two days from now he will move. Shaking off the dust. All he wants now is to lay on her bed, rest his head in her lap. Not think anymore, just rest his head in her lap. No tension anymore, just rest his head in her lap. No talking, just rest his head in her lap and fall into a sleepless dream.
