the long afternoon

You took your laptops into her garden to work, and neither of you did a single thing.

The grass had that warm hay smell, and someone two gardens over kept mowing, on and off, the whole afternoon. She read you the worst lines from her book in silly voices. Fifteen years of friendship, and that's still most of it, honestly.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. Yours or hers, you don't know.

When you woke up she'd put her jumper over your feet and finished your tea.