Friends share beds all the time as, like, just friends. That’s not weird. (a prologue)
Monday, January 29th, 2007In Love With My Best Friend
Prologue
I woke up in the morning with my arm around her. The sun was streaming in the window the same way that they play light adult contemporary music in dentists’ offices. It’s not going away, and it’s not the worst thing that’s happening to you, so you just pretty much have to deal with it.
She woke up and stretched, then got up sleepily.
“How did you sleep?” she yawned at me.
“I slept better after you grabbed my crotch in the night.”