My gentleman caller and I were hanging out last night, and when it reached 11:30 and no more Virginia Woolf could be absorbed, nor more Latin American history terms memorized, I walked him downstairs to the front door. The living room was pitch black, and so I was naturally startled when a voice emerged from the darkness: “Hello?”
“Uh, hello?” I said, gripping my cell phone, and hoping the screen wouldn’t crack if I used it as a bludgeon.
“Is Joey asleep?” The voice spoke again.
Whew, so he wasn’t after me. I wondered how proficient Joey was with a cellular bludgeon.
“Yes, I think so. I’m sorry, who are you?”
My eyes adjusted, and I could make out a figure laying on the couch.
“I’m Josh. From Minnesotans United for All Families. Joey said it was okay that I stayed over, but the house was dark when I got here, and it looked like everyone was asleep, so I just made myself comfortable. I hope that’s okay.”
“Oh, of course it is. Sorry, I didn’t know we were expecting anyone, but of course it’s perfectly fine. Make yourself at home.”
Then I said goodnight and awkwardly retreated upstairs, shaking my head. Only at Bag End do twenty-something-year-old politically-active visitors show up in the middle of the night to crash on our couch.
In other news, one five-hour copy editing session, two Social Science Office work shifts, two midterms, one two-mile run, and a 3.5 hour car ride are all that separate me from Fall Break.
I can do this.