Blair let himself outside, slid shut the door.
(Jim: out cold.) "I'll let him sleep some more,
And write some in my journal," Sandburg thought.
"It's been two weeks since I've checked in," he wrote,
"And things have changed a little. Well, a ton.
Me and my big mouth: I jumped the gun
And told Jim how I felt. I rocked the boat,
Exactly what I said I wouldn't do!"
Blair paused to let his face warm with a grin.
"The good news is,"—new paragraph—"I'm in
Less trouble than you'd think. He likes me, too."
He held thoughts of their first tryst in his head;
Put down the journal—grinned—went back to bed.
The End