What can I say? Going to sleep with ninety-nine problems running through your mind will contribute to creating some of the craziest dreams.
WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE.
I remember the night being cold and misty from the storm that had passed. There was a calm that came afterwards, which kept my wife and I in bed to breathe it all in and enjoy the rare moment. With only seven hours until our set time to awaken, we were still up at night, reading our own individual choice of literature. Nothing could be heard but the ticking of the clock and the turning of our pages, that is until her lips set to ask a question that would change the mood instantly. It is as if she had not been reading the words on the page, but pondering the question in silence for the past hour. She closed her book and turned to me as if I had somehow done her wrong. I asked the reason for her questionably eerie look thrice, all went unanswered until I showed my disinterest by turning away to continue my read.
“Have you ever noticed how I am the one that always shows affection.”she said. “It is I who is always the initiator. Kissing you, touching you, holding you.” it was by far the most preposterous and incognizant claim she had ever made. Though she laid there in full belief of what she said, It was apparent to me that she had completely forgot everything I had ever done for her. I was used to this feeling that had begun to grow inside of me. She had come from a family of spoiled inconsiderate women, but I’ve always ignored that fact and hid it behind a shit-eating smile. There’s no wonder why the women in her family are either single old maids or raving cunts.
At that moment, she began to resemble her mother and aunts in appearance, which developed a sickening grumble in my stomach that made me reject her, as if she were shellfish, and I am allergic to shellfish. I then closed my book just as she did before, sitting up in bed to place my back against the headboard and clearing my throat, as I believed a reminder was in order. Continue Reading