My Best Nap
You had just moved into your sublet, a room in the back of a row house with sliding glass doors, it was temporary. There was nothing on the walls and your shelf only had a couple of keepsakes, a candle and a souvenir I bought you from California displayed proudly.
We had been at a museum all day, the cool one that is far away and takes forever to get to. I had spent the day taking sneaky photos of you, and we laughed at a man being loud on his cell phone. It was cold out. Freezing.
When we got back to your place in the late afternoon we were both tired. There was a dinner to go to later. I lay down on the inside of the bed, you on the outside - we didn’t even touch.
When I woke up it was the exact right type of warm, and the sun was making a bright orange line on the wall. You were already awake and you smiled and pulled me over to you more forcefully then before.
