I blink. I see the ceiling. I hear the fan. It’s like static. I ask myself, “Where am I?”
My body. I’m naked. I’m not alone.
I ask myself, “Where am I?”
I look to my right and I see her. She’s sleeping – I think. Maybe she just closed her eyes. Her eyes are brown like honey.
Did she just close her eyes or is this my memory?
I pull the sheets away as if I just discovered a dead body. I panic.
She’s alive. Her fragile frame is heaving up and down. Her guts are writhing beneath her rib cage. I know for sure that she is not asleep. She is pretending.
I remember.
This is the most beautiful woman whom I have ever fucked. I hate my life, because I’ll never fuck a chick hotter than her. My cock is at her disposal.
I hear the fan blades whirring. I feel the air evaporating my sweat. I see her lungs causing her organs to expand.
She’s pretending, but her body betrays her. She is as awake as I am.