Very nice to eat you~


    Have you ever woken up and noticed the sunlight going through your shades to land right on you, as if some god given light to tell you, " It's okay to wake up; you've survived another night"?
I have'nt either.

  My right arm was under my chest in my boxers. No, I was'nt touching myself ( I have enough love to never do that). It's a habit when I go to bed. Like when your cold you put your hands under your arsh or thighs to warm them? I just put my hand in my boxers because If I dont do it I'll wake up like this.

It hurt like hell, and probably would for the rest of the day. Slowly I stretched out the muscles in my arm as I threw my arm to throw off the covers. Ugh, what the heck was that warm stuff on the covers? Eyes not yet open, I scrubbed them with my palm to rid of the eyeboogers. Instead of the usual sand paper-like feeling of my caluses, I felt soft warm liquid smearing across the bridge of my nose and the middle of my eyebrows. It smelled strong and kind of metallic...

Blood!

In one spring, I was in the air making suprised looks at my Jimmy Hendrix poster. Before I could realize the color of the "J" in Jimmy was red, I saw red. My head connected with the floor before my body did sending jolts of pain from every limb, and moans from my buddy below.

"Shit..." I groaned. I felt like crying as I lifted my self up slowly on one arm. Thick veins shot up from the caramel skin like worms under a log.
When did I get veins like that? The pain now subsiding slowly-very slowly- whilst I checked out the thick strands of blood metros on me.

Wait, blood. Ah, I almost forgot about why I hurtled my stupid ass in the air! I looked at my boxers: red coated the outside thickly in a oval around my JohnnyWalker. It smelled disgusting! I raised my right hand to my face and saw the spiderwebbish blood dripping from the palm and fingers. The inside of my fingernails were black with dried blood. There were only three reasons why this could've happened but two of them seemed unlikely:

A) Aliens abducted me and probbed me and took my blood but forgot to put a bandage on the needle spots, causing me to bleed and the pressure from me moving in my sleep caused it to gush out very close to my genitals, on my inner thigh.
B) I'm having my period
C) The wounds from last night were'nt totally healed, or re-opened last night.

Like I said, two of them seemed unlikely. I decided that B sounded just right.
"DAD!" I screamed.
Silence. Of course, he's at work. I forgot I had heard the groan of the door last night, as soon as I had gone to sleep. At least he had the balls to stay around when his kid needed him.

I let the water run down me, following drops down my arms and legs. One clashed with another and stayed on my thigh, perched as if my own personal mirror. I stared closely, squinting hard through the water, and noticed my reflection was shifting in itself. I could barely make out the wolf running than shifting back to my face, looking at myself.

KNOCK!
               KNOCK!
                             KNOCK!
"Hey, Stephen, can you hurry up in there?" The knocks, accompanied by the voice of T, intterupted my zen moment.
"Sure, give me a friggin sec! Can't even give a guy time to wash himself?"
I grinned as I washed the last of the soap off of my neck.
I could feel her smiling, " I don't think anyone showers for an hour and is just ' washing himself'."
An hour? Wait, she is so with screwing me. I got out as quickly as I could. I was late for work. It was if everything went into slow motion. I slipped and fell, hitting my head and pulling down the shower curtain with me. I groaned in agony under the tan curtains. When the pieces in my head connected again I said, " T, can you help me?"