Sleeping Arrangements
The lights are off. I lay in my bed and she lays on my couch, only ten feet from one another. The skylights cast rectangular cutouts of moonlight in a ladder-pattern down the length of the studio.
“Oh my gosh. He was so cute. No. He wasn’t even cute. He was, like sexy.”
“Yeah. He was definitely what you’d call sexy.”
“He was, like, rugged sexy.”
“Yeah. He was like rugged sexy but also gentle sexy.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. For sure.”
The two of us fall asleep on different pieces of furniture, with our separate bodies and our separate minds, our opposite shades of hair, our toenails painted two different colors, our contrary interests and opinions on movies, books, lifestyles, and often even boys, and my hopes which equal her fears, and her hopes which translate into my fears, but somehow we fall asleep, thinking the same thoughts, hugging our pillows in the same manner, wishing for the same dreams that night…
