It's still dark outside when I opened my eyes. I don't recognize where I am until my eyes are accustomed to the half-light in the room and I’m able to distinguish shapes around me. My brain starts working. Aspen… Liam’s house.
Liam stirs in his sleep, as he turns around his hand comes in contact with my body. He automatically pulls me tight next to him. Last night was perfect. We poked at some hard things and I’m still not able to tell him everything.
No matter how nice he is to me, I feel out of place. This house, the fact he uses private jet planes as other people use bus transportation, hands out downtown apartments like sharing half of his cookie with somebody. He lives in the stratosphere while me, I’m still a fungus crawling in the dirt.