“why are you standing like that?”
“because i’m cold!”
“take off some of those clothes and i’ll keep you warm.”

“hey joan jett, seattle called they want their grunge back.”
“not funny.”
“could you be wearing more clothes?”
“the layered look is in.”

“did you just wake up?”
“no, why?”
“you’re hair is sticking up.”
“it always does.”
“oh,” he said scrubbing the top of my head with his hand. “it’s soft.”
“thanks.”