land mine

Woke up for the first time in a while next to someone new.  A night of cheap beer and commiseration will do that.  There is an extreme comfort I've found in waking up in a dank motel room next to some one dreading just as much as you the reality that will hit as soon as that door is opened.  We hid under those blankets till check out, talking, mumbling, murmuring, listening, laughing. When the time came to move on and we did just that.  All those layers of clothes striped away in such a hurry the night before reluctantly pulled back on to face the bitter air.  What on earth would I do with out all those friends I never knew I had?