1AM on a Saturday morning, coming home from the bar with my friends—two Asian girls, one white guy.
My phone alarm woke us at 6AM. She drifted in and out of sleep while I played with her hair and face. Her body was warm and comforting and I felt another mild stitch of regret for deciding to move. At 6:30 she got out of bed and put on an oversized plaid shirt and we walked to my car, silently.