this morning #847.

this morning, when i awoke, he was standing over me, breathing in & out. shallow then deep. such a creep. it’d been like this for the past few days. i sighed at the profound predictability of the situation. pulled the covers up over my face. kept them there & waited for him to either say something or just go away. this strange setup was never going to work. i was sure. they never should’ve assigned us to the same room. from beneath the blankets, i could hear his voice crack as he tried to finally find the right words. with his shaky ass drawl, he grunted “are you a goil?” i wasn’t but the thought of having to explain myself to him kept my head hidden under covers hoping he’d simply lumber away.