We Watched TV Mindlessly. The Day Slipped Away. We Lay In Each Other's Arms

We were awake at 9am. Day is night and night is day. It was hot, it is going to be pushing 40 degrees today.

I was fucked. As Sam watched porn and tried to cum, I fell asleep, stopped. I had to stop, just had to stop, stop. The glorious feeling of stillness. The bed clothes were damp, our skin sweat drenched, we lay back as the world whirled in different directions in front of out eyes. Our brains buzzed, zzzzz, dull, still, errrrrrr.

We got up hungry and had pizza delivered. A family pizza with the lot. We can eat, things taste good, I don't know why? It’s strange, but I’m not questioning it. Food makes me feel better, makes us both feel better. Fuel, energy, sustenance, power.

We watched TV mindlessly. The day slipped away.

Sam went to bed at 9pm’ish, he had to go to work in the morning. He wanted me to go to bed with him, but it was just too hot and I wasn’t sure I was going to sleep, so I stayed up in the dim light of the lounge with Shane and watched more TV until midnight.

When I slid into bed, Sam stirred just a little, just a small still voice confirming that it was me and that everything was alright with the world, with our world.

Then, I’m sure, he snored, as he does. I fall asleep to the sound of the vibrations in his nose. It never keeps me awake, I am a heavy sleeper after all, but he never keeps me awake even if he falls asleep first. Sometimes I lay awake momentarily and wonder at those people who say their partners have ruined their sleeping life and wonder if they are just babies, or selfish, or not quite as in love as they would like the rest of the world to believe that they are? I don’t know what the answer is, but Sam snores like the proverbial chain saw and if it affects me, at all, it gives me something to listen to as I drift off to sleep.