I helped her carry her boxes into the garage.
She had bags of groceries.

We fell asleep breathless and woke up together, hot under the blankets. Windows open. Snow on the ground. She made me breakfast and napped on the couch. She kicked in her sleep. These are things you will never understand.

We fell off and into each other.

We drank whole milk straight out of the carton, thinking it would make us stronger, more like God. Instead we were hungry.