SardinesChapter 4
Waking up the next morning wasn’t romantic at all. My left arm was completely asleep, and it flopped like it was paralyzed. I had to pee something fierce. My mouth felt like leather and I knew my breath stank. Chrissy and I had awakened with morning breath hundreds of times. Chrissy was on the other side of the bed, snoring. Mr. C. was gone. I got up and, naked, went to the bathroom in Chrissy’s room, where I had my own toothbrush in the rack. I got another T shirt out of my drawer and went...