Love in the Time of H1N1


I pulled my sweatshirt over my arms and leaned back in his uncomfortable desk chair. It was dorm issued and scratchy and was stained with something yellow. He was lounging on his XL twin staring at the ceiling and humming to Slipknot. I guess that’s what we did when we didn’t have smartphones. “Do you want to watch a movie?” “Sure.” He hopped off the raised mattress, its plastic coating crinkling as… Read More