I'm laying in one of my new boyfriend's beds, it's hot, muggy and my left nostril is so tightly packed full of mucous that feels like it goes all the way up to my eyeball.
"Something in your house is making me allergic," I said, throwing off the covers and sitting straight up. It's 4 a.m.
"I'll burn everything," he says, eyes closed, flat on his back.
"Do you have any pets?" I demand, poking him to wake him up.
"No, there's nothing in here making you allergic."
"Do you have a hairy roommate?"
"No, what do you need?" he turns around, lazily draping an arm around me, pulling me back into the covers.
"Ugh," I said, "Nothing."
I laid flat on my back and tried to breathe through my mouth, and that's when I noticed that my throat was sore too.
I thought about getting up to blindly stumble around his unfamiliar house, in search of a medicine cabinet stocked with antihistamines, but I remember there being a lot of doors, and I was certain that behind at least one of those doors was a naked couple, and so I decided to just suffer in sleepless allergy hell.
And so I stared at the ceiling, listened to the clock tic.
Then I thought, "Well, this is what I get for sleeping with strangers."
"Something in your house is making me allergic," I said, throwing off the covers and sitting straight up. It's 4 a.m.
"I'll burn everything," he says, eyes closed, flat on his back.
"Do you have any pets?" I demand, poking him to wake him up.
"No, there's nothing in here making you allergic."
"Do you have a hairy roommate?"
"No, what do you need?" he turns around, lazily draping an arm around me, pulling me back into the covers.
"Ugh," I said, "Nothing."
I laid flat on my back and tried to breathe through my mouth, and that's when I noticed that my throat was sore too.
I thought about getting up to blindly stumble around his unfamiliar house, in search of a medicine cabinet stocked with antihistamines, but I remember there being a lot of doors, and I was certain that behind at least one of those doors was a naked couple, and so I decided to just suffer in sleepless allergy hell.
And so I stared at the ceiling, listened to the clock tic.
Then I thought, "Well, this is what I get for sleeping with strangers."