Say it was my preference.
The stair thing. There was a good reason about stairs.
I forget what it was, but I had it.
Her door is ajar too.
It has to be.
How else am I hearing the water turn on in the bathroom this loudly?
Oh, fuck.
Is she showering?
Is she completely naked?
Am I fucking fifteen years old again? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I squash the pillow harder over my face, trying to suffocate myself.
Or stop the noises.
I liked you.
I like you too, Ziggy Barnes.
Entirely too much.
Cherry hand pies.
I. Have. To. Move.
Tomorrow.
First thing.
I’m getting up, I’m packing, and I’m?—
“Aaahhhhh!”
Ziggy.
Something’s wrong with Ziggy.
I don’t pause. Don’t think. I just leap.
Ziggy needs me.
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Ziggy
This has been a night.
A whole damn day actually.
I’m not paying attention to the faucet as I crank it on to get warm water flowing to the shower so I can wash today off of me. I’m barely paying attention to my clothes as I peel them off too.
