Rahim rests his head on the backrest and puts his empty glass on the tray. His confessions; he had spent time thinking of me. He will get over it, give it time. We stayed in silence for a while, and he didn't speak. Emptying my glass, the bottle was almost gone. I glanced at Rahim; he was peacefully still.
Soft heavy deep breaths escaped him, making his body move up and down slowly. He had fallen asleep; enough with the talking, Christ. His sleeping posture wasn't good; his body was going to ache the next day. Gosh, what have I gotten myself into?
I abandoned the thought of having another glass of wine and decided to wake him up. Tapping him slowly as I gently call him, and he gets up. His eyes lock on me and he smiles, I stand upright and step aside.
