A shape stands out before me, skin still wet from the shower.

The towel falls, slides on the body and lands on the ground making a faint sound and leaving the room

completely silent.

The silence allows us a moment to hear what’s being said in the apartment next door:

– Would you like some microwaved popcorn?

– Yes

– Otherwise we have some pickles.

– There are only two left, can I have them both?

– Well… maybe we could share them.