We laid there together on the floor of her living room. Her dance mix was starting over again for the third time but we were too tired to dance anymore.
We were lying there in silence looking at the ceiling. We were too tired from dancing to talk.
I thought about how great it was that she was my girl. MY girl. I had her right there and right then. But then I thought about how she wasn’t just my girl. She was some other guy’s girl and some other other guy’s girl. And I thought about how she probably laid on that floor with those other guys just like she laid on that floor with me. I wondered if those other guys loved her. I wondered if she loved those other guys. I wondered if she loved me like she said she did.
“Let’s go to bed.” I said.
“Okay.” She said.
We went to bed but forgot to turn off her dance mix.
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