i woke up before the hangover took hold, just about noon and i guess
i'd slept 5 or 6 hours, another long night in the neighborhood--bonfire,
beer, and wandering. // sarah was making quesadillas, 1 for her, 1 for me,
then i made 2 more, out of which she had just 1 piece. // the sun was
out and i wasn't happy about it. "i wish it would rain, so i could just sit
inside," i said. // i wanted to take a nap, but first i'd have to take some
shit from sarah for not helping her clean. // "do you want to break up?"
i asked. // "i don't want to live the rest of my life like this," she said.
// we're both slobs, you see. // i took a nap anyway, despite the sun and
sarah's dissatisfaction. i drifted off while she banged things in the kitchen.
// i woke an hour later to the sound of rain. now, i thought, i can get on
with the day.