The slow ringing bells would’ve lulled me back to sleep had my pillow not been vibrating. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, sink my feet into tennis shoes.
He’s hot, I remind myself as I pry eyelids open, scratch sleep from the corners. Jogging on the beach doesn’t sound painful. We’ll run pier to pier, stop for a bagel on the way home…
I pretend I’ve just finished stretching when I answer the door. Instead of his steel, gray eyes, I am greeted by a harness and rope.
“I know this great place for rock climbing!”
word count: 100
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