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VIII
Billy had been sitting in the downpour and the rain had seeped through his jeans and jumper. He shed his damp garments as he walked toward the bedroom. The cool of the sheets lit grey with stormy sunlight felt like heaven as he swaddled himself loosely in their embrace.
He dreamed of Dom. They were sitting up in the bed together, holding hands and touching each other’s faces. Dom let his hand fall to Billy’s ankle, and he fondled the soft, hair-covered skin of his calf. When Billy woke up, he was warm and glowing with happiness, but it faded into icy solitude when he realized it had been a dream.
Since he was already naked, he made his way into the restroom for a nice long bath. He forgot to turn the knob on the cold water, so the steaming pool scalded him as he submerged himself. He didn’t get out though, opting instead to let his body steep to make Billy tea. Dom would like some of that, with cream and sugar of course. It made him very lonesome to think of a Dom, and a kind of warm feeling that he very much doubted was from the hot bath.
He fell asleep once again after he had washed his hair. When he awoke the water was barely tepid, so he drained it and went back in the yard naked to let the rain wash away his disemboweled soul.
IX
Dom was bored. He had already dismembered his journal with a sick fantasy of rewriting his past in a way that would please him. He pieced his old words together to say that on the blue moon, Billy turned into a woman and they would lie together and conceive children and he was currently whittling a flute for the youngest one. He claimed that Billy was most beautiful when he was swollen and ripe with a child and how Billy had to get him drunk to make him lie with a woman on those mystical nights.
Dom felt sick afterwards from telling so many lies. He fell asleep with both hands clutched over his belly.
When he awoke, he was in a different room. The doctors were all in blue scrubs and there was a machine filled with orange fluid that connected through his nose.
He could hear the doctor hastily explain to someone that the oral medication was a failure, assuring them that this had never happened before.
A nurse noticed his consciousness and quickly increased the anesthesia. A warm, familiar feeling took hold of him just as he drifted off, right at his left hand.