Sometimes I wanted to take a memory - one perfect memory - curl up in it, and go to sleep.
He winked at her. She giggled. And I threw up a little in my mouth.
Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?
"'Be prepared', that's my motto." He smiled smugly at me. "That, and 'Sleep whenever possible.' Oh, and 'If you don't notice it's gone, what's the harm in me taking it?'"
