Monday
Bright and early, way too early, Sol woke me again with his annoying ‘Wakey, wakey!’ thing, and then, when I didn’t respond, miracle of miracles, he gave up, and curled up next to me and went back to sleep. I was barely aware of this myself. Half asleep, somewhat disoriented, I went back into my dreams and slept with my brother. Slept. As in sound asleep. A brother I’d never had, but had always wanted. Once again, there was nothing s****l at all about it; eww, my brother? And in his sleep, Sol too was as innocent as the child he really was—mentally, anyway.
An hour later that sexy night nurse came in and there were Sol and I sound asleep, all tangled up together in my bed, our ass bandages hanging half off and Sol snoring away like the happy b***h he is. The nurse came up beside u
