Practically naked, I was sprawled out in a loose, hunched over form on my bed. I sat tired under my lazily spinning fan. I liked my fan like that, only causing the lightest strays of hair to move. A faint ring of a bell caused me to pull myself out of bed. Looking down out of my second story window, I search for whatever it is that is waiting at my front door. I didn’t expect to see much considering my glasses were lost in the mess of sheets and everything outside was dim and gray anyway. I waddled down the stairs and looked through the distorted panes of glass of my front door. There I see your stupid black sunglasses, your un-brushed locks, and your Levi’s. I’d know your tall quiet stance anywhere. Still I open the door, praying you’re a hallucination of my wildest fantasies, and that you wouldn’t momentarily see me as the mess that I am. There I stand, bright pink flowery pajamas clinging in the most unattractive spots, hair frazzled, and eyebrows overgrown, and you in your messy handsomeness. Still you smile at me.