Wake up.

from far off

Wake up.

far off

Would you wake up?

he did

       Wha wha

You’re breathing, and why do you have to lay like that?

    Breathing

                  Im breathing

Yes. Stop.

Stop breathing

You know what I mean.

You know I breathe through my mout . .

. . Stop. Please.

    Woud if I coud

                       An lay like wha

You’re laying like it now. Do you have to lay like that?

I sleep on my back

Yes.

       But do you have to lay with your hands crossed on your chest . . like you’re dead, like in a coffin?

Im breathin

               Laying the way I do is comfortable

You fall asleep befor . .

. . Then you wake me.

Not all the time

The times you do is plenty enough.

Stop breathing

                 Go back to sleep

Ill wait to sleep until you do

                               

                                As a good husband shoud

she eyed him

Kiss me Go back to sleep   Ill wait

hesitantly she kissed him

Gnight love

I hope so.

Ill rub your butt

You would?

It puts you to sleep like it puts the girls to sleep

    Thank you.

I apologise for wakinya

                           Im not doin it purposefully

I know.

          Some nights you wake me I’m able to fall back to sleep.

Close your eyes

she was a bellysleeper the girls were too

                                              easy buttrubbing

rubbing hers it wouldnt be long he could hear it in the rhythm of her breathing

as he rubbed her he thought of a passage he read the night before McCarthy Outer Dark

                                                                                               “Something had passed on the road and he lay huddled against the chill of pending dawn with his arms crossed on his chest in that attitude the living inflict upon the dead and he listened but he could hear nothing.”

had the character listened closer he may have heard

                                                         Wake up.

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