He studies her as she sleeps. Even her snoring is graceful. And then it’s not. And then it’s evil. And he searches the floor for his clothes.

The woods grew thicker; he was obviously lost. He sat on a boulder to think. His past seemed distant now. Though his present kind of sucked.

I was dressed and ready to go when she called to cancel our date. I bought new shoes, I said. She changed her mind. Until she saw the shoes.

He recalls the sting of the other kids’ taunts. But that was before the success of his line of “I’m Better Than You” t-shirts and underwear.

She catches me staring at her chest. My embarrassment is like a smelly diaper. She points to her t-shirt, and says, Everything is marketing.

We decide on the beginning. Then we are confronted by strife. We fight the strife and each other. Then we make a discovery. Finally, we hug.