vsyo-vremya

          I lay there with my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beat in almost perfect rhythm with mine. His breathing was laboured for lascivious reasons. There was something about how he made no effort to talk to or look at me afterward that made me think something was wrong. In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have said anything. But I did.          I can’t explain why – I suppose it was instinctual. And who am I to contradict the natural order of things? I brought my hand up to rest on his stomach. It was the last time I would. I took a deep breath and exhaled in kind, knowing what I was about to do. “I