in bed; eight today, waking up was a commitment filled with obligations, familial dinner gatherings, and neither of them liked these things “i don’t want to leave this bed, and be in the world,” she said “you are awake, though. the day is now yours” he said the day was no one’s, she knew, days belonged to the stock market, moreso than either of them but still she grinned when he whispered from above her body “we will leave this bed. any minute now.” < snooze awaken > |