Chapter 40

He couldn’t believe it.

Then Russell Lee was onscreen. Lifting his right hand, Reggie tracked the Englishman’s profile with his thumb. “Thanks for everything, my love,” he whispered.

With slow and tired movements, he undressed, throwing his clothes on the ground. His rainbow pin became detached from his shirt and rolled under the chair. He kept on his black boxers, then he laid down again. He turned off \ the lights and brought the bedsheet over his head. The towel swans ended on the floor, along with his trousers.

No, maybe his old anonymous life was over. 6: Monday

Reggie finally fell asleep sometime after three in the morning, having spent hours tossing and turning without finding any peace. And, when he began to dream, he still wasn’t able to rest. His mind was too active and tired, giving him nightmares.

Which, obviously, had to do with Russell.

The first dream was unreal, due to the absence of color.