7 PM: Train station snacks. A giggle, a rhyme, and two soulmates.

7.10 PM: A bleeding old woman. Stop for a while.

8 PM: MRT to Esplanade. The MRT sound.
          
9 PM: A bench in the Gardens by the Bay.
Beer bottles in hand and the relentless snogging.
Her head on his shoulders. Both tipsies.
He is desperate for her body.

9.30 PM: Lying on each other’s back. Seeing the clouds move.

10 PM: MRT to Nicolle Highway. Stop at 7/11. He buys beer for the night.

10.30 PM: Hotel room. She opens the door and he drops the bottles down.

Drinking.  

11 PM: He finishes the Chardonnay all by himself, and feels her body against his, a surge of passion moves between their bodies.
He wraps his hands around her drunken body.
They kiss.
His hands on her *******.

11:30 PM: They make love like wild kittens, and she moans. He loves her with all the stiffness under his jeans.  

12 AM: It is midnight and she is crying. He is trying to console her.

12:30 AM: They pull out each other’s pants and slide against their nakedness. He finishes the last open bottle and puts on the first ****** of his life.

1 AM: Sweating. She is drunk and happy.
He feels his ***** lying outside his ******.
Conversation about love, life, home.

1:30 AM: She opens the last beer bottle. Too drunk to be able to walk.
They down it together and make love again.
He feels her teeth biting his manhood.

2 AM: They are sleeping. Side by side. Naked, tired and lost in love.

3 AM: Still sleeping.

4 AM: She wakes up. He is snoring.

5 AM: Both of them awake.

Conversation about love, life, home

6 AM: It’s morning. She picks up her pants and pulls up her top.
She is going back, her bra and belt lying on the floors of their room, just like her heart.