​The world made itself known the next day, entirely indifferent to our wishes. First came the sun, invading the bedroom; then the sounds of doors opening and closing, dogs barking, cars climbing the street, and the muffled voices of neighbors saying indecipherable things. But none of that mattered. Not even the hangover mattered, though it nagged a little. ​What mattered was that she was there, right before my eyes, shelt...