Month: February 2009 (Page 4 of 4)

The snow appeared to cover the landscape like a soft woolen sheet when Ferdie peaked out of the window on his way back to bed. Allie was still asleep, she had not stirred when he had arisen to use the bathroom, and now he stood by the window just watching her sleep. He loved the way her face would become so peaceful when she slept, he valued the privilege to see her true face as much as anything about their relationship.

He turned back to the window and pulled the curtains open, letting the winter sun into the room. Allie stirred as the light played across her face, and through sleepy eyes she looked up at Ferdie;

“Good morning, babe. Did it snow?”

A wide smile spread across Ferdie’s face and he simply nodded and pointed out of the window. His smile was joined by an equally exuberant smile on Allie’s face as she bounded out of bed and threw herself into Ferdie’s arms. Squeezing him hard and pressing their bodies together she rained kisses down on his face;

“Come and play in the snow with me, lover?”

“Oh Yeah!”

Three o’clock and I was still awake. The previous two and a half hours had crawled by as I changed sides and enjoyed the view of either wall and of course the ceiling. I had tried music, and even turning the light back on to read. When I had tried to read my eyes had almost immediately rebelled against the task, leading me to hope that at last I could sleep, but the moment the book was closed and the light was once again out this sleepiness was banished by the dark.

Two and a half hours is not a very long time, when one has some kind of diversion; many films are as long and seem to pass in the blink of an eye. When I cannot sleep every second lasts for a minute as I grasp at repose.

You may ask why I was so stricken with this bout of vicious insomnia, and I would love to be able to offer some kind of useful or interesting explanation, but the mundane and disappointing truth is that neither was this night unusual nor provoked by any one thing that I could point to and say “and this is why I could not sleep”.

“She asked you what?”

“She asked me if I liked the way her pussy looks.”

“Damn! What did you say?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know I love the pussy, but let’s be honest, Bro, there is nothing good lookin’ about that whole area.”

“Are you serious? I love the sight of a pussy, man I love the way they look. I mean I really do think that they are beautiful. I thought that she was asking me ‘cos she’d read some crazy-ass magazine thing about labiaplasty and how men prefer smaller or tidier labia, but clearly it’s not just down to that. How can you not love the way a woman looks man?”

“Labiaplasty! Are you shittin’ me? What do you know about all that shit fo’?”

“I walk around with my eyes and ears open man. I mean this shit has been on the news and so forth. You do watch the news, right?”

“Nah man, that shit is borin’ an’ it’s always the same. Bad shit goin’ on in Iraq or Iran or somethin’ and then the banks is all fucked up and then some kid got clipped in a school shootin’. It’s depressing I ain’t wasting my time.”