Holigay

by K.M. Neuhold

An incessant buzzing pulls me from a dead sleep. Strangely, my first thought is that my vibrator turned itself on, which would be so much weirder than a phone call in the middle of the night, but that’s a half-asleep brain for you.

This had me rolling

We’re holding hands. Matt is holding my hand. Seriously, at what point did I slip into this weird alternate dimension, and can I please stay here forever?

Whatever is happening right now, he’s still my best friend, and he pinky promised that wouldn’t change. Pinky promises are sacred.

I’ve always loved him, from the moment he kicked a bully in the balls to get my Gameboy back in third grade, but this is something else, it’s something more, and it feels incredible.

Now that's a friend!