I went and looked out the windows, early gloaming dusk beyond the boughs of the fir tree. Anders was sprawled out on the bed, one arm above his head. already deep dozing from our afternoon beer buzz and his muscular fucking of my ass. I turned on the desk lamp and moved quietly to the leather chair. My gaze upon his resting male nakedness, I wanted to burn this image of him into my memory, so I could call it up later, and forever.
He was lightly snoring now. I dressed in silence, then gently covered him with the soft flannel comforter. I wrote my phone number on an orange Post-It, with ‘TRAV’ under the number, and stuck it on his closed laptop. Gathered my bag and jacket, and slipped open the door, closing it quietly behind me. The hall seemed harshly lit, after being in the gray afternoon light of Anders’ secret tree house.