Oliver Steinfeld promised himself he wouldn't fall in love with her. But it was 4 am, and they were laughing so hard, whispering the most juvenile confessions as they lie next to each other. He felt really alive for the first time in a very long time, and for that, he already knew, there's no more reason denying it-he was screwed.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"

A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]

In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.