No Snooze Button For That

Snake rolled over, blinked twice so the red numbers on the clock came into focus, and saw he still had a few more hours. He flipped the pillow over, tucked his feet in under the covers, and noticed he wasn’t alone.

Shame had slipped in, inching its way closer, until it spooned in beside him.

“Remember when you did that thing?” it whispered. “That was embarrassing. I bet people still talk about it and laugh. I mean, I’m surprised they still let you out socially.”

“Shut up,” Snake said.

“But I’m just getting started,” Shame said, and snuggled in closer.

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