this morning #61.

this morning, the storm outside was spitting a fury of loogies & softballs onto the roof of the house. for weeks now, rain had hung in the air & now it was here, shaking her out of an early morning sex dream. there was sweat in the sheets & quickly-fading images of body parts just behind her eyes. she cracked open the window behind her to let in some air…listened to the rain smash down. why did he keep inserting himself into her unconscious life? it had been years since they had last touched & now he was LITERALLY inserting himself where he wasn’t welcome. she probably needed to stop watching so much porn.