A Saturday morning, so my alarm doesn't wake me. Judging by the intensity of the light filtering in through my blinds, it's 10 or 11. I'm still sleepy, but I'm wide awake with feeling. 

I feel, for the first time in a long time, a sense of attraction and excitement for a new person. I think of how we talked all night last night, about school, about life, about sex. He was interested, and knew I was too. 

Slumbering, I start to imagine the things we could do together, start to imagine the things I could feel. And I delight in it. But most of all I delight in the idea of not being alone anymore, of having another person there, always. My mouth begins to hurt from the smiling.