Some time in the early hours of the morning, I find myself staring at him in the dim bedroom light, at the strong, lithe form of him. His back has a curve to it like the sweep of a boat. I steal out a hand to stroke it, wondering whether he's awake, when he turns and his eyes glint at me.Do you sail? I say, half sleepily.No. Used to row, though.Huh. I nod my head: That makes sense.
In the early morning, the narrator observes a man in the soft glow of the bedroom light. She admires his athletic build, likening his back's curve to that of a boat's sweep, and reaches out to touch him, curious if he is awake. As she contemplates this connection, he turns, revealing his eyes sparkling in the dim light.
They engage in a sleepy conversation about sailing. The man admits he doesn’t sail but mentions that he used to row. The narrator reflects on this revelation, understanding the man's character better through this simple exchange. The moment captures a sense of intimacy and exploration between them.
