“How early is early? Jesus, it’s barely five.”
“Welcome to bakers’ hours. Listen, if I could just have the light for thirty seconds, I could
find the rest and get out of your way so you can go back to sleep.”
“You don’t have a car.”
“I’ll call a cab from downstairs. I’ve got everything but my—” The light flashed on, causing
her to squint before she covered her eyes with one hand. “You could’ve warned me. Just a
second.”
“You look ... interesting.”
“I bet.” She could imagine it well enough. Naked, her hair looking like a couple of cats had
wrestled in it, squatting on the floor holding underwear and shoes.
Why couldn’t he be a heavier sleeper?
“Two seconds.” She spotted her shirt and debated which was less dignified. Crawling over
to get it or standing up and walking over to get it. Crawling, she concluded, was never
dignified.