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2004-11-08 IMPORTANT NOTES FROM JUSTIN: Morning Breath I woke up in her bed again. Everything was fuzzy as I crossed the bridge between asleep and awake—dreaming slowly slipped into the sobriety of the San Francisco day. I was mostly aware when she walked out of the room. She was gone for only a few minutes and then returned to the warm spot next to me—there wasn't enough time for the heat of her naked body to leave the sheets yet. Her breath was minty when she kissed me—it smelled of toothpaste and hygiene. I laughed as I tried to kiss her back. I couldn't compete with her fresh, clean mouth. I felt a little outdone. Ok, I felt a lot outdone. I didn't let that stop me, though. I never wanted to brush my teeth again. PREVIOUS ENTRY - NEXT ENTRY |