Our first summer together. The house I live in as a senior in college. I've inherited the largest bedroom, one side of the place, filled with books inside milk crates, and a single mattress on the floor. A dark, dark night. Blinds and curtains closed, doors closed. It's quiet. I awaken. There's light dancing on the ceiling. Peach and gold, rippling like a pool of liquid jewel. You're asleep in my arms. We're naked beneath a single thin sheet, which has fallen around our hips.
I thought at first I was dreaming, but, I was able to change things inside the room, and in the morning they were as I'd changed them. For instance, I turned the electric clock face-down, to be sure it wasn't light from its red LEDs I was seeing. It wasn't.
I waved my hand in the air above her head. It made a gray-colored shadow on the ceiling. I moved it over her back: the shadow moved. Closed my palm into a fist: the shadow became smaller. Opened and spread my fingers, the shadow grew.
The light came from her. Peach like the color of her skin, gold like the color of her hair, rippling in rhythm with her breathing. I watched it a long time.