I’d spent the night at the family house, waking up to tangled sheets and dripping in sunlight. It was bright for sleepy eyes, warm for my body, and slowed time down to the consistency of honey. I woke with coffee, the smell rich in the air. The summer morning streamed in, bringing whiffs of jeweled raspberries ripe beneath the deck, and teased the loose cotton shirt I was wearing. The door opened, and he walked in, golden hair, cigarette dangling between his lips. A smile danced around my lips, arms open to greet him, I–
“Hey Keely, if you don’t wake up right this minute, you’ll be late for class.”
