I couldn't sleep with her next to me. And the funniest thing is, I'd been waiting for this moment for three years. Margaret, me, alone in Randy's apartment all night. Was she even asleep? Was she playing possum? I held my breath to see if I could hear her sleeping. But Randy's air conditioner was too loud, and Randy was clearly snoring in the loft bed. I shifted on the couch. My skin had stuck to it; it felt and sounded like I'd ripped a bandaid off.
Margaret didn't move. She had to have heard it. I determined she must be awake and faking. I moved again: another sound.
She shifted; turned her head. Her hair was in my face now. It was almost too much private information about her. I swooned.
Woke up with one of her curls in my mouth.

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I couldn't sleep with her next to me.
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