I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep, not fuck, like those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep togheter in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend, and I was granky and she was gorgeous, and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlesly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk thinking that if people was rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.