Another night in bed earlier than my usual 4 a.m. bed time... Work. Another "slave to the wage," or so they say. Having trouble sleeping (also not too out of the ordinary), as my mind can't calm itself due to the anxiety of my coming trip home for the holidays. Two more nights. As I lay there as I normally do, cocooned in a mass of blanket, my mind wanders further. My heart races as I contemplate the girls I have seduced, the girls I am seducing, and the girls I plan on seducing on the impending trip back to frigid Chicago. I get excited, picturing the faces, graceful young nudes that will temporarily warm the other side of my bed. The taste of distant flesh, dancing on my tongue. I roll over and curl with my blankets, as a smile momentarily shines in the darkness.
My joy is cut short by a shriek, cutting through the night. I hear wild sobs, swiftly scurry into the street outside my window.
"You lied to me!" she screams, in between gasping breaths and sobs.
I hear more anguished moans and muffled voices in the dark, as I now stare wide-eyed at the ceiling above. I can still faintly hear her sadness; his regret. I look at the clock: 2:30. I have to be up at 7:30. Could be worse.
No comments:
Post a Comment