We sat at the back of the coach on the ride to a school that’s three towns over from ours for a basketball game. We mostly keep to ourselves other than me asking to sit next to you, a cheerleader, when there were no other seats at the beginning of the ride. Somewhere along the 45 minute mark you dozed off in my shoulder… and I didn’t wake you.

Now, I glance over at you as the coach pulls to a stop, and you stir in your sleep, waking up. “Good nap, sleeping beauty?” I ask in a soft, amused tone.