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by Joni Bing


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  We got back to the commune without an exchange of goodnights, and nothing changed about the commune before we left, except the way Z was sleeping. I never heard someone make so much noise while they slept. How was it even possible? I knew there was a word for that, but like always I had no idea what it was. His arm extended over my side of the bed while his body stretched over his own. All that was missing was me. I smiled and thanked the night that I fit right in with no struggle or disturbance.

  I watched his eyes slowly open and he smirked. I shivered at the sight of that. I didn't know if I should run or feel grateful.

  “Went for a walk?”

  He didn't move his arm beneath my head, and I immediately figured out why. I could smell liquor from miles away. Unfortunately, it's a gift I've had all of my life.

  “Yeah. Had a drink?”

  “A few. Donnn't worry, it'll blow overrrr in the mornin',” he continued smirking. Z touched my cheek with his thumb and the warmth numbed my chest.

  “What's gotten into you?”

  “Didn't wee just discusssss that?”

  I chuckled. “Oh, I guess so.”

  He chuckled too, but it sounded more like a croak. “Goodnight, Ms. Laadddy.”

  “Yeah. Goodnight,” I smiled.

  Z shut his eyes and my head spun like my body was tilting off the edge of the bed, but I was nowhere near it. I was in the middle, in the comfort zone. Acceptance; it's a beautiful feeling. A feeling I was starting to become familiar with again.

 

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