Wait for me
I went to bed before you came home, I was so tired. Yet, I drifted in and out of sleep, as if something was beckoning me, pulling at me, speaking to me. At one point, I woke in a sweat, swearing off Mexican food forever (I hadn’t had Mexican), sure that something was in the room with me. I felt something repeatedly touch my boxers, pulling at them, tugging, like they were sideways on my body. Then I was back asleep. All at once I woke, and you were next to me, quietly sleeping. That’s what I thought. I heard something. The bed was pulsing. I’m not sure what the word is for what was happening, but I was vaguely aware you were moving slightly. I pulled myself next to you, and I could feel a slight vibration. You were touching yourself? I whispered in your ear, “Why didn’t you wait? I’m right here.” You told me you tried to wake me, but I was out, like a rock. I don’t know why, but this angered me. We always wait for one another. It doesn’t matter what we are doing or how we are f...