We open our eyes, blinking behind smudged glasses
trying to refocus on things that splash
behind open drawersand emptied backpacks.
I slide off my socks first, then my pants.
Head all slippery from non sleep and I laugh
at sitcoms about kids who are older than I am now.
Portion controls of pleasure are important.
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