She rubbed her finger across my face, she spoke very quietly, I did not understand her language, I think she fancied me. There was a Christmas tree in the corner, the lights were dimmed, music played, people ate and drank and chatted.
I think it was an office Christmas party, but I recognised nobody. She rubbed my arms, yes, she liked me. She stood and pulled me up, did she want me to go with her?
Out on the streets it was dark, but warm, where was I? We walked through the town, she held me tight. We stopped in front of a dark shop selling carpets, she pulled out some keys, we entered through a side door and climbed some stairs. An older woman put her arms around me and spoke. I did not understand, I mumbled something.
“Oh, I didn't know that you don't speak the local language, Kim. This is my mother, Maria. Müütlift, daf osch Kim, mic amicåbel.” Everyone smiled. “Let's have a nightcap.” The three of us sat on the sofa and drank a stiff one. I was tired. I slept in the middle between the two of them.
In the morning we had breakfast and I made ready to leave. She hugged me and told me she wanted to see me again soon. I went down to the street and shut the door behind me.
Where am I? What am I doing? I have nothing, but the clothes I'm wearing. What am I going to do? Who am I? Help!