Inside, the kitchen light over the sink was on, faintly illuminating the living room where my roommate Jesse was passed out on the couch, one leg hanging off the cushions, a shoe in the middle of the carpet. The other shoe was still on his foot, and as I passed by on the way to my room, I stopped to unlace it and tug it off. I collected the other shoe and set both near his feet, then pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and spread it over his tightly folded arms.
