Rune left my life without telling me. I had no clue she was gone when I returned to my apartment one morning after working the overnight shift at the condominium. Not wanting to wake her, I removed my shoes and stepped quietly through the living room and into the washroom. Two months had gone by since she’d woken up early to join me in the shower. The change in routine didn’t bother me. Our s*x had become a spectacle of my wilting interest in her. Under the hot water, I fantasized about a female weather reporter from the CBC. The fantasy was asexual. The weather reporter and I walked, holding hands, from my apartment to City Hall. Then we went skating at Nathan Phillip’s Square. When I stepped out of the tub, I said, “I don’t know where you get your energy.” In the foggy mirror, I saw that
