At 1:09 am, I texted my best friend. “Are you awake, by any chance?”
He wasn’t, but if he had been, I’d already imagined the conversation we would have. I would tell him, “S*** just groped me while he thought I was sleeping. It kind of weirded me out.” He would reply, “OMG, straight men are so creepy!” And we would laugh about it a little, and then I’d go back to sleep.
The imagined conversation was at odds with how I was actually feeling: panicked, disoriented,