It’s Sunday morning at 11 a.m. and I also roll over, hand slapping my phone to show an alarm off that is blasting through the space and ringing during my ear, like Jesus himself has placed a marching musical organization on my nightstand and they’re determined to try out until my mind gives you. I want coffee and to learn how to have the 190 lb guy spread-eagle throughout the sleep close to me personally home I said I’d do on Thursday so I can actually finish the problem set. A text sits unread near the top of my lock screen when I finally learn how to shut the security down.
“Did you have got a good evening and did you attach with him?”
We start to compose down a text describing that i did son’t connect with him even as we had only made down and chatted until 2 a.m., then passed down unceremoniously along with the blankets of my sleep.