i woke up in the arms of someone who loves me this morning it cost $250 and after she "loved" me for 25 minutes last night, she felt guilty about leaving me alone and drunk on my birthday so she volunteered to stick around and "love" me some more.
i see her now in the kitchen my used-to-be-navy-blue michigan wolverines t-shirt hanging loose from her shoulders yet not low enough to cover the little fold where her thighs introduce themselves to her ass.
"how many eggs do you want?"
my ears are stuck somewhere in my eyes and my eyes are stuck on her
"did you hear me?"
"umm...3."
turkey sausage crackles in one pan eggs fry in another my ears might not work too well right now but my nose sure does.
she suddenly appears next to the bed a plate in one hand a glass of pineapple juice in the other cooing:
"good morning."
my stomach is still lined with 5 layers of rum but when i summon enough strength to sit up she places the plate in my lap the glass on the night stand and skirts away only to return with her own plate, silverware and two napkins
"i woulda made toast, but you didn't have any bread."
she soaks her sausage in puddles of broken yolk and celebrates each bite with a subtle "mmmmm"
"go on. eat."
i fumble with my knife before realizing that she's already cut my sausage for me
i obey though i taste nothing
after she places her empty plate on the night stand, she steals a sip of my pineapple juice straightens her back and giggles at me while i force myself to accept her "love".