One summer night I fell asleep hoping the world would be different when I woke. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the world was the same.

You belong everywhere you go. That’s just how you are.

Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said.
"Kiss me."
"No," And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

I have this idea that the reason we have dreams is that we're thinking about things that we don't know we're thinking about-and those things, well, they sneak out of us in our dreams. Maybe we're like tires with too much air in them. The air has to leak out. That's what dreams are.

I wished it was raining," he said.
"I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.

I guess I was a mystery even to myself.