Nice
October 14th, 2004
Jesse was sitting in the rotating chair to my right quietly painting the cover of her sketchbook. To my left, Allie lay under a blanket. Her legs are stretched across my left leg; the weight and warmth of her legs feels good. I am sitting on the couch playing Fable with the volume turned down so it is just barely audible. As Allie drifts in and out of sleep we talk about classes, people, the game I’m playing, how to give good back-rubs, and close friends. I can feel my eyelids slowly starting to close despite my effort to keep them open. I save the game, turn it off, and look over at Allie. She seems to be asleep for real this time. I leaned against her as I too slipped off to sleep. She wakes up and says my name, I sit up. I tell her she needs to go to bed and I need to go home. We say our good-byes and I leave. As I’m walking home in the crisp, cool, night air I reflect upon the night. It was nice. Just nice.