on a twin size mattress! there was no escaping it. in my studio apartment we were warm spoons, tenderly embraced, and then suddenly we were ENGULFED!
thick smog of Korean bbq fumes bursting through the seams of the comfortor like smelly aerosol toots from an onion-scented axe canister;
and we couldn’t stop laughing.
my electric radiator constantly pushing the gas back and down into the corner where our mattress laid, and we laid back down and fell asleep, basking in hilarious tender stench.
