She stood at her dresser, opposite the foot of the bed, and switched on a lamp. She opened an upper drawer, removed some things, and then walked back out of the bedroom, leaving her phone behind. As she passed the head of the bed, I saw her back lit briefly by the bedside lamp I’d switched on earlier. An elaborate, subtly colored tattoo covered most of her back. Her hips swayed as she walked, and she disappeared into the darkness of the corridor. A burning curiosity came over me; I wanted to know about her more than ever. I wanted to know what the image was. I held my breath, and waited for her return.