U is for utility closet.

You noticed my withdrawal, and I knew it. The distance had grown too wide, had changed you, had changed me. We shared the same space for an entire weekend but somehow I had managed to avoid you, both talking and touching alike. Then Sunday I had too many beers at Goose Island before you arrived, and upstairs by the restroom you caught my guard down and pulled me through an unlocked door, your grip on my forearm a vice, into the pitch black.