She looked at him one more time and could not believe how unconsciously he was seducing her. Her hands started diving into his.She wanted the touch, his fingers touching her breasts, hips. Nothing.
He fell asleep. As usual.
She started waking him up by kissing his chin, face, eyes,nose, ears, forehead, his scar on a forehead. Then again, all over. Like a girl who can't get enough of a non sugar candy.
He would still lying.
She kept staring at his big pink face. He had such a lovely clear,pink face with a beard (no, he used to had it back then), his eyelashes. Why, I can't have eyelashes like those, she would ask herself.
-"I don't feel nothing anymore", he said.
-"How's that?", she asked.
-"I just don't feel I need it."
Here we go again, she thought. Just like a vicious circle,same story started again.
She felt so alone,exploited, insecure,unloved. She felt loved during the night but unloved in the morning. Like, everything would disappear during that 5 to 6 a.m.period when Sun would rise.
Sometimes, she used to cry over him. In her thoughts,of course.
The Sun was rising. She fell asleep somewhere between his chin and shoulder.
He was still sleeping. Sometimes she could hear snoring.
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