I remember the first time I slept with you.
It was a hot morning. You invited me over because I said I was sleepy. I had a paper to write and scores to study. Not to mention my place was twenty times closer than yours.
None the less, I came home with you.
You fell asleep so quickly, while I examined your apartment.
It seemed so different in the day light.
You snored so loudly, I couldn’t sleep.
It didn’t matter though. My tiredness had vanished on the train.
I laughed at myself.
I didn’t know what to do.
Should I wrap my arms around your back?
Sleep on the other side of the bed?
I stayed awake, in a hyper state of awareness.
You turned over and wrapped your arms around me, so very tightly.
Muttering something, you kissed my forehead and I felt my entire essence stutter.
I was surprised to find myself in bed with a man I’ve only met twice.
But, I always find myself in troubling situations. Don’t I?