Swing and a Ms.

Excerpt from "A Paper Orchestra," by Michael Jamin

I awoke a few hours later, my brain fuzzy and hungover. The ambient light from the street shone through the window, faintly illuminating Nicole’s bedroom in dull shades of amber and blue. It was disorienting waking up this way, in someone else’s darkness, when I had grown so used to my own. I could feel Nicole’s heavy down blanket on top of me, embracin…