Because I woke up in the middle of the night talking to myself baby, and this time you weren't there to laugh.
The dark room shadowed their face but I could see he was unimpressed, he grumbled and faced the opposite direction. My ramblings were an inconvenience he didn't sign up for. His room was dark and cramped, my eyes tried to become familiar with the unforgiving clutter his floor held but my mind didn't seem to find interest in doing so. I'd probably never return.
In my mind, I can still picture the bedroom we stayed in, and I can still envision the first time I got out of bed after a perfect sleep beside you. I was naked, and I didn't feel the need to cover up.
Because his hands grabbing at my thighs, and his lips crashing down on mine; they're just not your gentle touch, they're not your tight hugs, your soft lips, your laugh that's too loud for 3am.
The makeup that's smudged on his pillow will go unnoticed by him in the morning. I don't have the decency to apologise for such small stains, he doesn't have the decency to apologise for making me stay.
Because baby, I know you would've laughed with me in the middle of the night, so I laughed a little louder, and held myself a little tighter. You'll get a peaceful sleep now, it'll stay quiet at 3am.
*January2017
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
