I woke up at 3:14 a.m. because a street sweeper decided to audition for a drum-line under his window. He reached for me in his sleep, found my hand, didn’t let go.
At 3:15 a.m. I took a photo of our clasped fingers and sent it to Coco with zero context, because I am chaotic and she deserves it.
At 3:16 a.m. she sent back ten screaming cat emojis and PINEAPPLE???
I put the phone face down and pretended the world didn’t exist.
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The morning was rude. The sunlight came in at the exact angle to expose all of last night’s decisions. He stood up and left me in the room and I followed him out as he went to the kitchen and began to make coffee like a person who believed in rules. I wore his shirt because… comedy.
“You look unfair,” he said, handing me a mug.
“You look smug,” I said, ac
