‘Do you love me?' she whispered into the rim of his ear the sweat of sex still moist around her lips.
It had started as a casual thing a couple of times per week with both of them smoking joints of weed before she would leave the stars still winking at the sleeping birds but now she held him, her arms wrapped around his chest as he heaved somewhat unnaturally into a sleep until they would both awake the next morning before making their excuses.
She rested her head on his listening closely to his breathing which steadily built into an avalanche of Carbon Dioxide exhaled,
she couldn’t see his face but she imagined his eyes wide awake staring at the wall indignant subversively willing her to shut the fuck up… just go to sleep.
‘Just tell me you love me or put me out of my misery’ she says and he emits another deep exhale the coffee brown of his breath affecting the pale orange wallpaper coming away from the wall closest to his head,
she turns over and looks for her dress ready to leave he whispers sweet nothings to the girl in his dreams.