Gray light filtered in between the mini-blind slats, dingy. Thunder rumbled and Dan heard the rhythmic patter of rain against the glass. Dan opened his eyes to a dim room, surprised he had slept. The events of the night before filtered in and he recalled, with pain, the things he had said to Mark. Last night had been a life-changer.
How could he have fallen asleep? With all that had occurred? He should have spent the night tossing and turning, restless, and emotionally traumatized. Yet, he had slumbered, and, it seemed, deeply. He remembered no dreams.
The apartment, aside from the sound of the downpour outside, was quiet. He wondered if Mark still slept on the couch. It would be an awkward morning, and Dan didn’t know if he could abide another round of begging from his boyfriend, wasn’t
