Rented Pleasure
I am not a tall girl, no more than the average size of any American fresh out of adolescence.
I'm going to Joshua's room. There is only a small metal bed that is wrapped and disassembled, the kind you use when you have visitors who need to sleep at home. I bought it second hand at a garage sale a year ago. Before we slept in the same bed. It has a wooden table that has seen better times. In it she puts books, teas, sodas and her homework.
Joshua is asleep. I don't think I can be awake. According to my cell phone, it's after three in the morning, when Freddy Krueger and the zombies in the Michael Jackson video go out to murder people and eat their brains.