I said I had more. I hadn’t, though. I had enough energy left to roll over and fondle Svitlana’s mango-wet cunt. I thought about having an erection, and her skin was firm under my hand, but my mind kept slipping away. I could see the ghost of the tree in front of my window, shimmering out of the night, and there was a bird woken up and piping on a single note, answered by another bird with a call like a handful of pebbles tossed into a tin helmet.
She was a quiet sleeper, and companionable. I woke up later and flipped the light out.