Warmth

It's raining. The rain is cold, the way I like it.

I was in Arizona for a summer a  few years ago. The rain was warm. It smelled strange. One rainy evening I stood outside and I walked to the end of the street and back. My jeans were wet and my shirt clung to me. My feet slipped a little, I was wearing plastic sandals.

I spent the summer in the library and I slept with a boy for the first time.

We were studying on his bed and I fell asleep next to him.

At 5am I woke up and saw him sleeping next to me. I got up, gathered my books and left.

I have never liked spending the night.