סקיצות מחיים דיספונקציונליים

In her dream she was on vacation in Egypt, and had just awoken from her sleep in a big room dimly lit by a half open window with wooden shudders with arabesque motif cutouts. It was the muezzin calling for the evening prayer that woke her up and she was fumbling in bed fighting to shake off sleep and the white sheets that seemed to entangle her naked body slightly perspiring in the heavy humid heat. As she stood up in front of the window and looked at Cairo’s rooftops and behind them the pyramids glowing in orange and red in the waning daylight, the door behind her opened, and her Arab lover entered the room. He was carrying a round silver ornate tray covered with dumplings and sweets. “I brought you some food,” he said, and as she didn’t move, he put the tray on a small table next to the bed, and came toward her. She had turned to the window again and he came behind her looking at what she was looking. He hugged her body that was so thin, starved, emaciated and she felt the skin of his chest against her back through his white open shirt. He was hot too. His skin was so warm; his eyes were big and brown as he turned to look at her from behind her shoulder.