Poolside Stories

Mitch stirred in the middle of the night, waking me from a deep sleep. From the rapid movement of his eyes behind closed lids and his indistinguishable mumblings, I assumed he was in the middle of a dream. He didn't seem distressed, making me think he wasn't having a nightmare. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. As I sat there in the dark, waiting for my bladder to empty itself of the Coronas we had earlier, I...