the long afternoon

We took our laptops into her garden to work, and neither of us 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 me the worst lines from her book in silly voices. Fifteen years of friendship, and that's still most of it, honestly.

I fell asleep mid-sentence. Mine or hers, I don't know.

When I woke up she'd put her jumper over my feet and finished my tea.