The situation can end up as it should- Chris, exhausted, basking in the afterglow, wondering how is it that we haven't been doing this the entire time. Or it could be a nightmare in which, by the time we're through with it, he's already questioning what on Earth he's done.
Early morning has always been my favorite time.
Those brief moments before the sun comes out and the sky's ink seems to be white and silver- with an almost secret hint of blue. Everything's quiet, as if time hasn't bothered to run yet- and before everything's lit, there's sense of possibility.
I know it won't last long. I know when n……