A swirly cloud of something that looked like fog filled the room, and then faded into the night. A man lay sleeping in a bed, covers pulled up to his chin. The clock next to him showed "6:59", then quietly flipped to "7:00" and began to beep.

Jim was asleep, and right in the middle of a very exciting dream, when the loud beeping of the alarm woke him up. He blinked his eyes a few times, rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay there in bed for a moment, remembering what he was supposed to do today. Whatever it was, it had to be better than yesterday, he thought - today is a brand new day!

After laying there quietly for a moment, Jim:

He rolled over and saw a mop of tousled hair on the pillow next to him. His companion's face was turned away from him, and her body was obscured by the covers, which were pulled all the way up. How had she gotten here? Who was she? He couldn't remember. And he was afraid to pull the covers back to reveal the truth. Finally, after some internal debate, he:

Wendy "BugBites" Battaglia was a computer geek. And a chess-club geek. And a debate club geek. And she played trombone in the marching band.

"Uh oh," thought Jim. "I seem to have committed social suicide. Thank god I can't remember it."

Then Wendy rolled over in her sleep, and Jim fell in love. "Where the HELL..." he thought, "...did THOSE come from?"

Wendy's bra was draped over the headboard of Jim's bed. Jim groped for it, struggled to pull his sleep-fogged eyes into focus, and squinted at the label: 34-A, it said.

Jim looked back and forth between the label and the beautiful, bulging, rounded, rosy contradiction of Wendy's bosom.

"Wow," Jim thought, "I'd have never guessed that BugBites was stacked AND dyslexic!"

Just then, Wendy woke up, stretched languorously, rolled over onto Jim, and said...