New experiences.

They lay silent for a time, basking in the afterglow. After a while, Zack spoke. "You certainly seem less manic than you did coming back from the clinic."

She laughed and kissed his chest. "I think we burned off some of that energy." She propped herself up on her elbow. "That was the greatest moment of my life, and we still have a week left." She jumped out of bed, still nude, and walked into the living room.

Zack stretched and put on his boxers. As he followed her into the living room, he saw Sarah sitting on the couch. She was starting to get that crazed look about her again. "I thought of another thing I wanna try!"

"Do you wanna put some clothes on first?"

She looked down and laughed. "Shit, I'm still naked! Good idea!" She went back into the bedroom, pausing to slap his ass on the way. A second later she came back out wearing a pair of his basketball shorts and an oversized Jets jersey. "This jersey feels amazing against my tits. God, I love my body!" Zack rolled his eyes, which elicited another laugh. "Don't act like you don't love it too," she said, pushing up her breasts to create cleavage.

"So what's your big idea?"

She grinned. "Nothing! Zack, I wanna do nothing. I bet even boredom feels good!"

"Uh-huh." He was skeptical. "You want to do nothing."

"I mean, I want to do everything! But I'm curious what it feels like to just exist. I've lost hours at a time to near-catatonic depression. I wanna know what it feels like to enjoy not doing anything."

Zack shrugged. "Alright. How much nothing do you want to do?"

She laid back on the couch with a broad smile. "Let's start with half an hour."