We were the lovers laying in bed in the room enlightened by the late Milano February dawn light, with the dog at the foot of the bed snoring and Sunday in the outside unfolding after the streetwashing small vehicles had droned with their orange flashing lights, us listening to blackbirds from the private garden on the other side of Via Savona alerting each others with short melodies, pigeons cooing somewhere from the roof right over the window door and almost no car chugging, leaving only distant vibrations in the phony promise of the dawn moments.

Along with the sighs of the dog by the throaty voice she rolled over and briefly puffed, moving her naked body against mine. I looked outside, where the sky was turning blue against the dirty dark and the silence of the greyish surfaces in the room in the house which was not ours, same silence which flooded the streets, disappeared before cars that ran madly again, because some stop light gave approval.
Silence came also back, identical (is that possible?), announced four floors underneath by the squeaking and banging of the exitway metal gates produced by someone stepping out in the city. It is a small step for a man, but.

In the faint bang she opened her eyes a sec, glancing at me and smiling and opening her mouth, I opened mine a little but no sound came out. I raised my eyebrows, so as to say, what, it feels like we are fishes, but she closed her eyes again. It was the dog to open hers then, and to look at us expectantly, but our bodies remained still under the red quilt in the sloughing shade of the room.

Even later there was silence, as we sat at the red table in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to come out. Could be we had no things to say, or too much heavy things to say, so I just sat there toying with her naked legs under my fingertips. Her skin darker than mine, her smiling sighs at my large weak pinches.

I think she talked then, said, how do you feel, but who knows what the hell I answered. Cell phone messages were already storming in by the returned on devices. We sat there more minutes sweetly smiling trying to reassure each other without words and mostly looking down, impelled forward by the invisible of our lives.
Her look said how in a different way it had happened before to us, so it might happen again. Me and my friend's girlfriend.