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I spooned Lauren while rubbing her back. She told me that she had dreamed that she had been deaf, but then<br />
w<strong>as</strong> trying to convince a guy that she could actually hear. I thought that her dream w<strong>as</strong> about us.<br />
At her front door, I turned around to Lauren and we kissed, t<strong>as</strong>ting the coffee off each other’s tongues. I sat in<br />
my car—lingering—thinking how grown up all of that w<strong>as</strong>.<br />
When I got home my father <strong>as</strong>ked me, “So, your lights aren’t working?” I said, “Yeah,” and showed my father the<br />
switch that didn’t work. I felt the need to prove it to him. He said I should get it fixed so I would be safe. And<br />
that w<strong>as</strong> it.<br />
He hadn’t ever <strong>as</strong>ked me what w<strong>as</strong> happening: how Lauren and I were doing when we first got together, or how<br />
I w<strong>as</strong> after it fell apart, or anything about me and her trying again. And I almost wished my father had <strong>as</strong>ked me<br />
what happened, because I thought that if he w<strong>as</strong>n’t going to <strong>as</strong>k then, he w<strong>as</strong>n’t going to <strong>as</strong>k me ever. I believed<br />
that could have been the opening to talk about the thrill of sleeping with someone you love, of waking up next<br />
to someone with the confusion of the morning sun, and realizing you are still there with them, and wanting to<br />
stay with them for just five more minutes, always just a little longer.<br />
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