08.01.07 - 10:58 a.m.

the sweetest sleepy, the ride home in your friend's mom's minivan post-sleepover, eyes glazed. that day-after outfit, the poorly thought-out nothing i'd normally wear in public that seemed like a passable idea at six this morning. chaim and i would shuffle to beef & bun in flip flops for milkshakes, shuffle home and lay around until the sun was low and our energy renewed itself. we'd ride bikes in the dusk, bathe early and walkie talkie to each other a sheepish goodnight, nothing left to do so why not sleep.

his father would shush us past midnight (gay shlafen! vilda chaya!) and we could hear his mother through the vent - luzzem; who ever regretted staying up?



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