Saturday, October 15, 2005

Not What You Think

I slept with Liz. The first night, she changed positions so many times that I couldn’t put together more than fifteen minutes of sleep. The second night, after an intense night of drinking and rooftop photography, she laid fairly still and let me sleep, either out of complete exhaustion or inability to flail her appendages at regular and inopportune intervals. There was nothing sexual about the situation, even though we held each other with warmth and tenderness. It’s nice to be held, don’t let anyone tell you different.

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