You thought it was the first time we'd slept in the same bed together that night that you finally kissed me. But we did, once. You were in the top bunk with your girlfriend at the time and I was in the bottom bunk - back when we were all friends and had gotten into the liquor cabinet and lit a fire outside. Just dumb kids. A decade ago now? More? At some point in the night you crawled down into the bottom bunk with me. I called you skinny-butt and you threatened to lie on top of me and crush me. You fell asleep beside me instead. I remembered it even as you kissed me, and again as I woke up and looked, smiling, into older eyes.