Housewarming/ White Shirt #2

2013, November 24. We met again by chance in some bar. We danced like crazy, almost like that first time when you whirled me around, then suddenly lost your balance and let go and I almost landed on my skull.
Outside on the sidewalk, your dreamy smile, “Where should we go now. Somewhere nice.”
“We could go to my place, this time“, I said. “But it’s still under construction, I don’t live there yet.” Let’s.
First time I got to sleep here, on a huge towel in the middle of the room, the silhouette of furniture against the wall, covered in some old sheets. That foggy morning. Housewarming.

Like a snake sheds its skin, I shed my white shirts while writing a series of memories – to be found in this link.