The rain has gotten worse. Now it's pounding heavily. It's worrying that the roof might give up. The power is off. The only light resources are phone light and candles and matches. The night is humid, warm and even hot. The kind you can wear thin nightdresses. And you happen to be scared of storms and thunder. Knock his door and gain some affection or something else?

Troy lit a few candles and the room was warm with an orange light. Everything seemed like something from a dream you had as a child. It was intimate and vulnerable in a good way. Troy was cleaning his glasses when you came in. A book in his lap. He smiled when he saw you.