this morning #92.

this morning, the inflatable mattress had lost so much air overnight that her back had developed a king-sized knot. it complemented her headache quite well. every evening since early june, she converted her sis’s study into a makeshift bedroom. a bedroom where the hardwood flooring wasn’t a benefit. a bedroom where her wardrobe resided in a large, purple suitcase in the corner. a bedroom where masturbation felt awkward. she studied her sis every day to gauge whether she was overstaying her welcome but couldn’t get a read. though six years younger, her sis was the one with the stable existence. this condo was the most obvious sign, followed a close second by her sexy, gainfully employed, cool-as-fuck husband. a purple suitcase couldn’t compare.