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Dad grew his hair back out once Mom left. The tangled mess of gray rested on the shoulders of his coffee-stained maroon tuxedo. Ass in the air, he rummaged through the closet to find his ostrich boots from high school. I sat on his king-sized bed and watched him, a man now. “You’re a teenager again. Remember that,” I told him as he found his boots from behind the vacuum cleaner. He sat down on Mom’s vintage chest and put them on. He stood and circled around, extending his arms out like he wa...

Robert Thompson entered his room at the Craft Hotel. He took his shoes off, setting them and a black duffel bag next to the door. Robert cringed at the décor, yellow-coated walls with white stripes. He crossed the room and shut the curtains. He sat down on the bed—dirt color, grimy, and filthy in appearance. Robert stripped the bed naked, tossed the sheets across the room, and sat back down on the mattress. He picked up the remote and turned on the television set. “Yeah you wish! You couldn’...

We couldn’t sleep. Bodies intertwined, we pointed out constellations in the white specks of ceiling crust. “Now that looks like a bear,” I said. She squinted. “Where?” “Right there! Look, that’s the head. Those are its arms. And that’s the big body. Can you see it now?” “Now I can.” She smiled and we laughed. Our noses rubbed and we breathed into each other. Eyelashes entangled, she asked, “If you could give me anything in the world, what would it be?” “The world itself.” “Can someone give a...