A.M [l.h]

p r o l o g u e

"Shhh," she said. "I'm sleeping."
Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down with her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and to sleep with her. Not fuck, like in those movies; not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.