A few days later, Jade woke from a s*x-laded dream about Akira at 1:30 A.M. Since it was about the time Mom got home from work, she ambled to the living room and texted Akira.
I’m awake. Hope you’re sleeping.
Sadly, the response was prompt. Awake. Dad got home a while ago, drunk, and I had to help him to bed again. Wide awake.
Jade shook her head as her heart filled with sadness for her girlfriend. Sorry. I had a sexy dream. Want to come over?
Giggle. No. Thanks. Gonna snort some heroin and go to sleep.
Silly. You snort coke and shoot heroin.
Akira fired back. Crap. I’d make a lousy junkie. Thanks for the laugh and checking in. I’ll sing Christmas carols to myself.
K. Nite.
Jade hugged a couch pillow, wishing it were Akira.
Mom arrived minutes later. “Baby, why are you awake? Anyt
