I woke slowly to a hot, humid room and the sweet-sour scent of sweat and stale perfume. My eyelids were heavy, my tongue dry and lightly abrased.I made coffee before she left, just after sunrise. She kissed me on the cheek, a sweet, fleeting familiarity, as I leant on the front door frame and said goodbye. We made no promises to see each other again.
I flopped onto the daybed in the studio and stared out to sea. A whiff of freshly ground coffee mingled with the acrid enamel vapours. My head throbbed – red wine and psychotropic medications don't mix – but more pleasurably, so did other parts of my body.
I decided to take the rest of the day off. The lack of tension in my muscles was almost sensual. I padded down the hall to my bedroom: white sheets, the smell of freesias and a Moroccan bowl full of sex toys welcomed me back.