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.