Velvet is black

Today at least

There was nothing that ruffled Donny’s feathers more

than the morning we woke up together in his bed, side by side as usual—he in his sky blue pajamas and I in a black lace teddy, the heavy curtains still closed against the day but it being probably already seven o’clock in the morning—and I was black. (Well, not black but brown.) Not that he didn’t find…