she has a job now, so she was up and out by eight; her alarm hardly penetrated my consciousness. a few hours later, the sticky heat pried me awake and prompted me to peel my pajamas off before going back to sleep. i don't think he budged the whole time, except to kick the covers off and grumble incoherently.

at some point we woke up and drowsily recited our dreams, but the bed was too soft and the room too warm, and soon we succumbed to sleep again. when we finally pried ourselves out of bed, it was one in the afternoon. we ambled down to lunch, and afterwards i dragged him over to the university barbershop.



"you don't want it shorter than that, do you?"