He's but a form under the rumpled covers on a rumpled bed. He moves and I sees him waking up. His head emerges from under the covers and Ii note that his hair is too long. But nice too long. He blinks and rubs his eyes. The gesture looks so childlike but there's nothing childlike about him. He throws but the covers and he is naked. He stretches and yawns and walks lazily out of the room. Barefoot. He's heading to the kitchen. I follow him. He's making coffee. I watch him take the bread and look around for the knife. He sees it, picks it up and slices the bread. Its stale but it does not matter. He inserts the bread into the toaster. The next thing I know the toaster is hissing and throwing sparks and he falls on the cold cold floor with a thud. Electrocuted. I'd heard his roommate telling him the toaster was good to be thrown away. I look at him and think, Why take risks when you're naked .
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