why do men seem twice as tall in the morning?
i sat slumped in my wicker vanity chair, all bed hair and awesome with a toothbrush sticking out of my mouth…watching jared get out of bed and stiff leg himself across the floor…pulling out his mouth guard, nearly tripping over a wrinkled shirt on the floor. he stomped into the bathroom but when he tried to shut door but it bounced off his heel and it swung open, shuddering.
he growled and it closed. in the morning, even a slight, lean man is suddenly enormous and awkward…a fearsome threat to the solidity of a wooden door.
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