[ she can't have slept so deeply that he was able to get out from under her, set an alarm, and perfectly reposition himself without stirring her enough to wake her up, which means he's so used to this it can't be overly taxing to be chipper on top. the scant amount of rest she accrued is a slight in its wholeness: any more and she would have preferred not to sleep at all. what's the world record for most hours spent awake? she can beat it, easy. ]
Sure, jam, whatever. [ Jess says once she's stumbled her way to the sink and is closing the door with a bat of her hand. she twists the cold knob on the faucet all the way open and cups water in her hands, splashing her face and filling her mouth to rinse. she combs damp fingers back through her hair, wets her palms again and wipes her chin and throat, and then grabs the toothpaste from his medicine cabinet.twice, she does her best with her finger as a toothbrush, swishes, spits and rinses. as a test of her balance, she bends to grab the glass from the floor, empties the remaining third and fills it with fresh tap water.
it's almost as good as whiskey, not that she'd ever admit it.
Jess rolls her sleeves back a few times and then leaves the bathroom, declining the mirror's invitation to contemplate herself as critically as possible. wiping the corner of one eye, she scans the wall for the light switch and crosses to shut it off. ]
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Sure, jam, whatever. [ Jess says once she's stumbled her way to the sink and is closing the door with a bat of her hand. she twists the cold knob on the faucet all the way open and cups water in her hands, splashing her face and filling her mouth to rinse. she combs damp fingers back through her hair, wets her palms again and wipes her chin and throat, and then grabs the toothpaste from his medicine cabinet.twice, she does her best with her finger as a toothbrush, swishes, spits and rinses. as a test of her balance, she bends to grab the glass from the floor, empties the remaining third and fills it with fresh tap water.
it's almost as good as whiskey, not that she'd ever admit it.
Jess rolls her sleeves back a few times and then leaves the bathroom, declining the mirror's invitation to contemplate herself as critically as possible. wiping the corner of one eye, she scans the wall for the light switch and crosses to shut it off. ]