Not nervous exactly.

Awake in the way you are awake on the morning of a thing you have waited ten years for, which is a kind of alertness with no edges on it, where you lie in the dark running your hand over your own stomach and doing arithmetic about how many hours are left.

Kevin had been awake since about half past three and had pretended to be asleep until five so as not to make me worse, which I only found out about afterwards.

“Side pocket,” he said.