At some point, Rune started living with me. We hadn’t really talked about it and because of my growing fondness for her, I only raised the subject when I thought she was falling asleep, which was most of the time.
It began on the evening she came over to my apartment to read Anna Geller’s poem and ended up falling asleep on my couch with her head on my lap and her hand wrapped tightly around three of my fingers. I eventually realized that she wasn’t going to wake anytime soon and freed myself from her grip and slipped out from under her and lay her head on the cushion. As I stood watching her, she drew her arms and legs into her body as if she was cold and I went and got the blanket from my bed and covered her with it. An hour later, prior to leaving for work, I left a spare key and a not
