Femerosetta ----------- She walked into her dorm room and dropped her bag. A cheesy odor emanated from the greasy Domino's Pizza box on top of the mini-fridge. A dancing screensaver greeted her: "Keep It Green." She sat in front of the computer and typed in her student password. After a series of clicks: "No new email." She knocked a book off her desk as she reached for the telephone. After a series of beeps: "You have no new voice messages." Nabokov's fallen novel remained on her already-cluttered floor. She looked in the mirror. Bags of indigo flesh hung under her eyes. She brushed her teeth after swallowing some cough syrup. She removed her shirt and bra. Her nipples reacted to the cold air. She turned off the AC, then removed her shorts and slipped into a large t-shirt. She climbed into bed. She woke at midnight, feeling claustrophobic and disoriented. She opened her window and returned to bed. She liked listening to nighttime urban noise. Soon she slept soundly. ***** He saw the open window from the sidewalk. He paused and stared, shook his head and continued walking. He stopped again, clenched his fists tensely and headed toward the window. He approached the window cautiously. He peered inside, and his rigid posture melted as he spotted the delicate, slumbering creature. With a long, dense fingernail, he loosened the window screen and popped it off its screws. He dropped the screen in the shrubbery and opened the window all the way. His black coattails fluttered in the wind as he climbed through. Once inside, he shut the window-tightly--then changed his mind and reopened it. He surveyed the small single room only to discover typical college girl vulgarities. He smiled at a poster of Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise. But he avoided the mirror; he hated those things. His interest in the setting abated when the sleeping beauty disrupted her fetal position and rolled onto her back. He dropped to his knees and crept to the edge of the bed. A teddy bear lay prostrate on the floor next to him. Only a few thin layers of cloth separated him from ecstasy. The white sheet formed a crevasse between her slightly parted legs. His face glided directly above the triangular chasm as he relished in the faint smell of blood and femininity. He leaned back to absorb her total beauty. Long brown hair framed the face of an angel. Though tired and sick, she still appeared as a mythical goddess. He gaped at her luscious pink lips as he ran a cold finger across his own. He picked up the teddy bear without looking at it; his eyes remained transfixed by the heavenly image before him. He forced the teddy bear to hug the growing bulge in his pants. He rocked back and forth to the rhythm of her breathing. He dropped the stuffed animal and ceased his solitary dance of pleasure when he noticed the digital numbers on the clock. He had to hurry. He stood and loomed above his pagan princess. Suddenly the frenetic screensaver caught his attention: "Keep It Green." He began to reach into the inner pocket of his black overcoat, but he stopped, furrowing his brow. He picked up the used teddy bear and placed it on the bed so that it napped beside his femerosetta. Again his hand disappeared into the dark folds of his attire; this time he produced the necessary tool . . . a camera with one remaining exposure. He captured the moment and disappeared into the night before she woke with a fading flash of luminescence in her field of vision.