As I write this, I am nude
And , to be perfectly honest. It works out. The last days of summer are here. September can be just hot enough to want to take off all of your clothes. And at the same time the night air is now getting cold enough to cool you down.
I dreamed of her again. It made my day worth living. I am not afraid to get back to sleep.
I am going to stay up and read 'Already Dead' by Denis Johnson.