On a night we played drinking games at your flat. You refused to let me drive home. You said I could sleep in your bed. Waking up the following morning, you were sleeping on the floor on a mattress, next to the bed close to me. You were holding my hand, so protectively. My first thought was that your hand must be killing you. You woke up as soon as I let go of your hand so cautiously. Nobody has ever been so sweet to me. Surely better than breakfast in bed...
