I'm sitting on
campus, which seems
odd, since
I'm home now.
We just
finished work on the
sculpture garden, and there is a
three-story pair of concrete legs standing in the middle of campus. That's
okay, coz it's
art school, but they still
seem strange.
I can't get over how saggy the butt is, but
no one seems to mind.
Lauren comes to me and
hugs me from behind. I'm surprised-
she should be at home. But then
we are. We're
back in my bed, and everything is
just like it used to be. She's
alseep with her head on my chest, and I'm
stroking hair away from her
face. She looks up and
smiles, and says "
Hey, it happens. I have no socks, but I'm alive."
That's true. She doesn't have
socks, but she definitely is
alive.
I wake up, and her head is on my chest, the way we always used to sleep. I can hear her breathe...