Marshal

I wake to that feeling that it’s not morning, yet the world is calling. As I blink my eyes, I see the way the otherwise-dark bedroom fills with light and different colors. Reaching for Sami, I find only cool sheets. They weren’t cool by the time we finally gave into sleep. No, they were on fucking fire.

Unabashed receptiveness is something I need to add to my growing list of Sami’s attributes.

Sitting up, I see my best friend through the darkness, sitting ...