…and then the lights went out. The soft bed was tapping against the wall to my heartbeat. I was acutely aware of my breathing and the way it made my stomach move and chest inflate. My fingers hurt. I looked down at them, startled by their stark white. I pried my fingers off the sheets they were clasping to and took deep breaths. Steady. The lights were out. I could forget who I was, who I wanted to be. I was the shadow of who I wanted to become. And as he moved toward me, I inhaled bravery and swayed with lust. I became my shadow– it consumed me. We moved together until all I knew was skin.