The walls are pressing.

It seems as if the apartment is shrinking to the size of a small narrow box, in which it is beyond my strength.

I touch the floral wallpaper, trying to reassure myself that the space is still and static. The fingers feel the motionless pattern embossed on the paper, but the disturbing sensation does not disappear.

Get out, get out of the house.

But even when I am in the fresh air, I do not run away from myself. Scorched by a kiss, swollen lips remind of what happened. I imagine Ivan in front of me. Heated, responding to my movements with hard-to-disguise passion. His words...