Last night I got burned in the face with a cigarette. I'm not quite sure what the sequence of gestures was -- I think he was holding on to me with his other hand, on my waist maybe, trying to pull me closer to him to tell me something or try and tickle and then moving his other arm the wrong way and then *psshh* (the sound of flesh burning) and I pushed him and covered my nose with my hand and ran to the bathroom?
I mean, it was all accidental. But still, the way in which a sweet gesture suddenly sours.
I still gave him my key, and he came in later, after I had already fallen into half-sleep. But not long after. He lay down next to me and I turned towards him and he reached out and his hand cupped my face, gently.
This morning I have a small oval burnt into the side of my left nostril. It burns, but only just.
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