I woke up and didn't immediately know where I was. It was a feeling I wasn't getting used to. Just like anything else. I thought Marie was next to me. It didn't make sense. I tried to believe it, but I knew Marie's body. Her smell. Her presence. I remembered where I was. Who I was with.
The bed was soft and everything was white and the sun shone bright through the blinds.
This should be perfect, I thought.
I smelled her hair. Fruit. Fire. Sweat. It was good. My arm was around her back and her side. She was curled into me. I could feel her breasts against my side and when I breathed she breathed. I wasn't hungover and that surprised me. Her skin was soft and pale and beautiful. I almost resented her. I ran my fingers across her skin and she made a sound, soft and beautiful. She was no one. A beautiful nothing. All women are beautiful. Only one was something.
Her hand reached across me and her arm tightened across my stomach and side.
I tried to remember her face.
Blue eyes. Anime eyes, I had thought.
I tried to remember anything she had said. I couldn't. I didn't care.
The fog was lifting, as it will, and this was all still part of it. I laid next to her. Staring at the wall. Letting the warmth of the morning glide over me with each breeze through the window.
This should be perfect, I thought again.
The red numbers on the clock across the room changed and they changed everywhere. Here, where I laid with a beautiful no one. Outside where people went to their jobs and their homes and their lives in all states. Somewhere, where Marie...
Where Marie did whatever she did.
I laid there and I kissed the top of the beautiful girl's head. She nuzzled in closer. I wondered what she saw in me. The same thing as any of them, I thought. Someone to fix, probably.
I decided that I would fuck her again and then move on. I would let Marie be. I would be the man I should have been from the beginning. I would let this poor girl go, easily. I would cut my hair, shave my beard, stop drinking, and wake up to a world and life I had been avoiding.
I was getting older. Never younger. There were wonderful things that waited for me out there. It was time.
The beautiful girl ran her hand through the hair on my chest and kissed my side.
"Good morning," she said.
"Good morning."
She moved her leg up over mine and pulled herself above me, straddling me. Her breasts were full and beautiful and youthful. Her hair was long and brown and full. Her face was not only beautiful, but exceptionally so. In my haze, I continued to have good taste. She bent and kissed up my stomach, my chest, neck and mouth.
Today is a new day. The first day.
She kissed me and she smelled wonderful and the sun scattered across her hair and skin and eyes and finally, I knew it was, and I would be, okay.
The bed was soft and everything was white and the sun shone bright through the blinds.
This should be perfect, I thought.
I smelled her hair. Fruit. Fire. Sweat. It was good. My arm was around her back and her side. She was curled into me. I could feel her breasts against my side and when I breathed she breathed. I wasn't hungover and that surprised me. Her skin was soft and pale and beautiful. I almost resented her. I ran my fingers across her skin and she made a sound, soft and beautiful. She was no one. A beautiful nothing. All women are beautiful. Only one was something.
Her hand reached across me and her arm tightened across my stomach and side.
I tried to remember her face.
Blue eyes. Anime eyes, I had thought.
I tried to remember anything she had said. I couldn't. I didn't care.
The fog was lifting, as it will, and this was all still part of it. I laid next to her. Staring at the wall. Letting the warmth of the morning glide over me with each breeze through the window.
This should be perfect, I thought again.
The red numbers on the clock across the room changed and they changed everywhere. Here, where I laid with a beautiful no one. Outside where people went to their jobs and their homes and their lives in all states. Somewhere, where Marie...
Where Marie did whatever she did.
I laid there and I kissed the top of the beautiful girl's head. She nuzzled in closer. I wondered what she saw in me. The same thing as any of them, I thought. Someone to fix, probably.
I decided that I would fuck her again and then move on. I would let Marie be. I would be the man I should have been from the beginning. I would let this poor girl go, easily. I would cut my hair, shave my beard, stop drinking, and wake up to a world and life I had been avoiding.
I was getting older. Never younger. There were wonderful things that waited for me out there. It was time.
The beautiful girl ran her hand through the hair on my chest and kissed my side.
"Good morning," she said.
"Good morning."
She moved her leg up over mine and pulled herself above me, straddling me. Her breasts were full and beautiful and youthful. Her hair was long and brown and full. Her face was not only beautiful, but exceptionally so. In my haze, I continued to have good taste. She bent and kissed up my stomach, my chest, neck and mouth.
Today is a new day. The first day.
She kissed me and she smelled wonderful and the sun scattered across her hair and skin and eyes and finally, I knew it was, and I would be, okay.
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