The alarm went off at quarter to five. I was leaving at seven, but I had begun to set it early enough back to be able to hit the snooze button as many times as possible. It went off, and I woke up. I hit the button, and lied back down, staring into the darkness. I wanted to go back to sleep. I was having a particularly nice dream about Marie, a tight red dress and a mystery woman. I couldn't though. I just lied there, dreading. Dreading the nine minutes until the alarm went off again. Dreading the hour until I had to actually get out of bed, and dreading the two hours and fifteen minutes until I was to officially start my day.
I hadn't been able to actually speak to Marie since yesterday morning, when she happened to be up pissing when I left. I wondered if I would be able to convince here to start waking up with me so we might be able to see each other.
I pulled my body closer to hers. Her back rose and fell with each gentle breath. Heat wafted off of her and called me. 'Closer James. Come closer.' I did. Her skin was soft, smooth, flawless. I ran my fingers slowly down her side, from shoulder to thigh, and back up around the front. Up her stomach, to her breast. I wrapped my arm tight around her, and pulled her in.
The darkness. The heat. The woman I love. Three reasons to stay buried here in bed, this perfect adult womb.
Three reasons to drag my ass out into the world, to sustain it.
The alarm continued to go off every nine minutes, and I hit the snooze button each time, until 5:45. Then, with a deep sigh, a heavy heart, and a crushing sense of responsibility and honor, I sat up, turned off the alarm, and turned on the light.
It was a needle to my eyes. I shut them quick, and slowly opened them again in increments. When they adjusted, I stood up, and walked to the bathroom to piss.
I took my shower, got dressed in a uniform I was already resenting (I was not allowed to show tattoos, which I had, and therefore had to wear long sleeves each day, regardless of temperature), and had my coffee alone at the dining room table, staring out through the window at the cold black morning, and waited for Justin and the morning light.
Eventually they both came. One more welcome than the other.
I remembered to bring two water bottles with me. The green one, and a steel one. I left the house, walked down my driveway, and climbed up into Justin's company van.
"Good morning," I said, buckling.
"Morning. Ready to work?"
"I suppose so. Where are we today?"
He motioned for the clipboard on the dash. "Check the paperwork."
"You can't say?"
"I want you to get used to the paperwork."
"Okay." I checked the paper work. It was simple enough to understand. Look for the addresses in the top left corner. We had four sheets. In Massachusetts.
"Mass?" I asked.
"Yes sir. Going to be a long day."
"Great."
I leaned back and watched the world wake up as we drove in two hours of silence to our first job.
I hadn't been able to actually speak to Marie since yesterday morning, when she happened to be up pissing when I left. I wondered if I would be able to convince here to start waking up with me so we might be able to see each other.
I pulled my body closer to hers. Her back rose and fell with each gentle breath. Heat wafted off of her and called me. 'Closer James. Come closer.' I did. Her skin was soft, smooth, flawless. I ran my fingers slowly down her side, from shoulder to thigh, and back up around the front. Up her stomach, to her breast. I wrapped my arm tight around her, and pulled her in.
The darkness. The heat. The woman I love. Three reasons to stay buried here in bed, this perfect adult womb.
Three reasons to drag my ass out into the world, to sustain it.
The alarm continued to go off every nine minutes, and I hit the snooze button each time, until 5:45. Then, with a deep sigh, a heavy heart, and a crushing sense of responsibility and honor, I sat up, turned off the alarm, and turned on the light.
It was a needle to my eyes. I shut them quick, and slowly opened them again in increments. When they adjusted, I stood up, and walked to the bathroom to piss.
I took my shower, got dressed in a uniform I was already resenting (I was not allowed to show tattoos, which I had, and therefore had to wear long sleeves each day, regardless of temperature), and had my coffee alone at the dining room table, staring out through the window at the cold black morning, and waited for Justin and the morning light.
Eventually they both came. One more welcome than the other.
I remembered to bring two water bottles with me. The green one, and a steel one. I left the house, walked down my driveway, and climbed up into Justin's company van.
"Good morning," I said, buckling.
"Morning. Ready to work?"
"I suppose so. Where are we today?"
He motioned for the clipboard on the dash. "Check the paperwork."
"You can't say?"
"I want you to get used to the paperwork."
"Okay." I checked the paper work. It was simple enough to understand. Look for the addresses in the top left corner. We had four sheets. In Massachusetts.
"Mass?" I asked.
"Yes sir. Going to be a long day."
"Great."
I leaned back and watched the world wake up as we drove in two hours of silence to our first job.
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