It's morning, and the narrator wakes up in the middle of the night to find that he's just had a "real kiss." He's not sure how to describe it, but he does know that it's "the first real kiss" he'd ever had, and that it was "quite a kisser" . The narrator wonders if he might have been a bit more nervous than usual, and he wonders how he could have gotten away with kissing him so hard. He wonders if maybe he could squeeze his way out of the kiss, or if he could run his fingers through the kisser's hair and feel the kiss on his collarbone. He feels "really heavy," and warm, and "too getting pretty heavy." The narrator is grateful to his friend, terada, for waking him up, and wonders why he hasn't been able to "pull it off" yet.