You look so pretty, just lying there, eyes closed and probably sleeping so soundly. I’ve been up for an hour, watching. I sip my coffee, not loud enough to wake you, I want you to stay asleep for me, this is made possible by the 2 Benadryl that I crushed and put in your evening tea. I move my hand to touch your cheek, it rosy red and warm to the touch. You don’t move, you have no idea what’s going on, but you will.
I set my coffee down on the bedside table before rolling over to cuddle you a little. I have to get your warmed up before starting. I lean down and kiss your forehead, a small token of love.
“Sam” I say loud enough to wake you up. You don’t respond. The meds are working.
I move you harder and you still sleep so peacefully anyways.
I reach my hand under the covers to start playing with your breasts. You don’t make a sound. I grab them harder and harder, taking the time to pinch your sensitive nipples and that gets no response from you. I wonder if 2 pills was too much. I don’t care.