I throw an arm across my face and yank the blankets over my head. It’s too early to get up. My alarm clock hasn’t shrieked yet. And why is it so damned bright in here? The cogs in my brain turn slowly. I must have forgotten to close the blinds before I climbed under the co...
He sits a plate stacked with two sandwiches on the table next to my sketch pad. Cheese oozes out of the sides of the sandwiches making tiny delicious puddles on the plate. “Sorry they’re burnt.” He takes a seat across from me and shoves half of a sandwich into his mouth. ...
