this morning #97.

this morning, peace was in the air. a piece of her hair was caught in his teeth. it must have been there all night as he dreamt of his incisors suddenly crumbling & dropping out of his mouth in a bloody puddle. he extricated the offending pube & glanced over at her, still asleep & breathing heavily through her wide-open mouth. it had been eleven years since he first fell in love with that mouth. pouty lips & perfect teeth. when they first met, he was fresh out of college & full of beans. as time passed, he farted out all those beans & was left completely deflated. ego told him she hadn’t noticed. experience told him she definitely had but was at peace with it all. he’d make her some coffee to keep that peace.