Marian flopped next to the sleeping Jim, giving him a nudge and eyeing him carefully. "Let me guess, either you got drunk or work was so stressful you took it out on your clothes."
Jim was confused at first, talking- who was talking? Oh, right. There was a Marian there. His head lolled up, half asleep with eyes barely open. He acknowledged here, then his own bare body. “Oh yeah-” and with a “hmph” his face was buried into the pillow again. “S’too hot.”
















