I don't know that bored is the word I'd use, but i don't say as much. Instead, I take his hand, pushing unsteadily to my feet and glancing blearily around the room.

There's sunlight streaming through the windows and the only trace of dust is on the two of us. It's a Sunday school classroom, coloring book pages of bible stories pinned up on a bulletin board just to my right.

I cough out a laugh and say, "Let's get the fuck outta here."