Somnia

by Kady Ash

It takes me a few seconds to figure out what the hell he’s talking about, and when I do, I have to fight to keep a straight face. “Oh, your sexsomnia thing that’s absolutely real and not at all something you made up to explain why I caught you jacking off at our high school lock-in?” I ask. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Don’t give a fuck. You’re going to come and you’re going to do it for your best friend — you’re going to think about how wrong it is, and you’re going to fucking do it anyway.”