she watched him as he slept
he didnt allow anything to interrupt his sleepnot family deathsnot arguments between themhe shutdown their argument told her I dont argue late at nightnot gonna to do it you can scream at me tomorrow but Im not
fuckin with my restoration Cocksucker Restoration he told her his dreaming was some kind of
marvelous uninhibited uncensored television stationits broadcast impatiently
waiting on his sleep he dreamt in colour
blackanwhite cartoon characters text he read while he dreamed he dreamt about the fantastic the mundane
murder slaughter sexviolent sex when
he woke he disgorged them in her lap Thats
horrible shed say touching him to console him Such a terrible nightmare hed place his hand over hers Nah baby Its just a dream he seemed fearless to her maybe thats why he accepted them simply
as dreams
she watched him as he slept
they
hadnt slept together in a long time
he took ill suddenlyand as suddenly he
told her it was best for him if he managed it alone
without
her
I gotta be selfish All youd be able to do is witness it an Im not up to that
that hurthe hurt her he was brutally honest
but then her
mother took a bad turn and needed her
she moved in with her mother to
help her mother always needed help
threefour months later she took a
new job a halfhours commute south of her mothers who lived a halfhour south of
their rental
it took him nearly nine months to
get ahead of his unidentified illness Christ I could have had a baby for my trouble always his curious odd take on things
they hadnt slept together in a
long time
she woke in bed first she never cared for that
found him on his backhis hands crossed
peacefully on his chest a gruesome funereal pose
she didnt like seeing him laying there
like that like a corpse cradled in a coffin
Aw baby stop Youll never see that I aint dying in bed An Ill be cremated
cold comfort still she didnt care for waking
an finding him laying there like that
no matter how many times he told her
his words were never solace
sternly hed rebuke her Listen to me Im a man of my word
You are he was
Then you need to take me at my
word an quit the bullshit
You dont have control over that
Quit The Bullshit
she woke in bed first
she saw that he
didnt sleep with his head on a pillow as before
he put pillows to either side of
his head like blocks he told her since whatever the shit was that
incapacitated him he found he felt better laying flatout
he also didnt snore nowwhich in the past had disturbed her light sleep had irritated her
somehow he was different
Im different Curious
Curious How
That your assumption is that Im
different
You
are
So its not possiblenot at
all that youre different Did you consider that Or is
it always someone elses fault
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