What can YOU say in six sentences?
When my new girlfriend moved into my apartment, I thought about asking my landlord to change the address to #1 Sex Place or at least my apartment number to 69; I tell you, I’d rush from work, be halfway out of my pants before I said, “Mizuki… I hope you’re where I think you are.”
One day I came home, immediately diving for the bed, which usually rested against the west wall - and found it had slid east to the opposite side of the room for some reason. “So, you moved the bed?” I said, rolling onto my back, rubbing the reddening rug-burn on my expanding elbow. “I have some ideas to make our place habitable and you’re going to love it,” she said, slipping my pajama top and all else and guess what… I did.
These days, the apartment is in upheaval, all my dust-covered stuff rearranged and stacked or hidden in crooks and craters, places I can’t maneuver but that’s okay. Mizuki’s ways are as mysterious as the moon; she has a dark side but she is oh so breathtaking.