when we woke in the morning, it was snowing. not right for May.

i looked out the window. powdered sugar cedars lined the road. [mp3]

back on the bed, he stirred. he looked over to me. i stood framed in the window. he saw the snow piled lightly on the sill and said "it was spring when we went to sleep and winter when we woke. as if i needed anything else to make me remember last night."

i just about cried so i turned and looked back out through the glass. and that's when i noticed it: it had only snowed on my side of the street. the sidewalk on the other side was dry. a small group of people had gathered and were looking over at the freak occurrence. a boy pointed up at my window and i remembered that i wasn't wearing anything. quickly, i stepped back.

"lay with me."

he pulled the covers back and revealed himself. i guess he could have been doing it as a come-on--or at least if it was anyone but him that's what i would have thought. but for some reason it struck me as something else.

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