It’s mid-afternoon, the middle of August. As I lie on my back next to the sleeping man beside me, the air from the fan sweeps over our faces. Bodies relaxed and warm under the covers, we bask in the much-needed rest from the late night before. Looking over at the lover by my side, I watch the rise and fall of his chest beneath the covers. He’s fallen asleep as he does with ease each time, an ability I’m slightly envious o...