Carmen and I drank ourselves into a stupor that night before passing out in the master bedroom. She tried to get up and go to the guest room where she’d left her stuff, but I pleaded with her to stay with me.
“I don’t want to sleep alone,” I told her. And I didn’t. No, sleeping with her didn’t exactly compare to sleeping with Paul or Jared, for that matter, but just having a warm body beside my own made me feel better.
She curled beside me on the queen-sized bed and told me she’d only stay with me until I fell asleep before promptly falling asleep herself. I followed suit shortly thereafter and dreamed of Paul. I dreamed he and I were in a car, not his car, but some other car, and he was driving. He kept asking me if I was okay and touching me while he asked. He touched my face, my neck,
