“Ranko,” she called faintly from behind her closed door, “I have something for you…” The heavy wooden door was painted green, as though it was meant to face the outside. There was a stone step in front of it, too. I pulled the door open. Her white underpants pulled down to her slender thighs, she thrust her crotch forward. She was a strawberry-blonde. I bent down, kissed her on the soft tuft of pubic hair, and extended my tongue toward her labia, which were parted open. She was dry. As soon as I touched her with the tip of my tongue, she gently pushed my head with one hand and pulled the door shut with the other. I woke up and tried to remember her by her smell. To my disappointment, I could not. Outside my window the moon was full in the limpid sky.