it was the morning after you decided to spend the night with a man you met at a bar, named Jason. As he pulled on a pair of boxers and a hoodie, he glanced over at you, admiring your angelic form fast asleep in a beam of morning light in his bed. He suddenly realized you were too good for his dull apartment, too good for him. He sighed, gently touching a lock of your hair splayed across the mattress