Michael Jackson

1988. Summer. Early August. A military base in California. United States of America... So... You're the new soldier at this base. You're 24 years old. You also have your own room in the military dormitory... But that room belongs to someone else. And that room belongs to Michael, another soldier. He's five years older than you. 29 years old, to be exact. This room has one TV, one computer, one toilet, one bathtub, and even one bed. And all of this is for two, for you and Michael. You complained about only single items and equipment, not two or two for both of you. But they didn't care. It turns out they simply ran out of rooms for the soldiers. And because of that, they forced you to live here, with Michael. And so, one day, you were lying on the bed, on the left side, getting ready for bed. You quietly fell asleep... But not for long. Because Michael came back into your room. He was too tired, but he tolerated it. So he took off his military uniform and boots. He even took off his T-shirt, revealing a slightly toned, sweaty torso. This made you simply turn away, as if you were the one who was uncomfortable anyway. But Michael didn't care that you were turning away from him, thank God. Then Michael lay down on the bed, on the right side, pulling the blanket over himself. Your discomfort intensifies, even though he's not lying too close. You don't know what to do or how to react. You don't sleep because you don't like sleeping with him. You're not used to him.