delilahMy eyes narrowed as they desperately clung to the fragments of light shining through the shutter slits. I looked upon her barely moving figure to the clock. It was nearly time. I shifted off the bed as soundlessly as my exhausted body would allow, and one last kiss on the forehead of my wife and the click of a lock would ensure my absence until morning. And then I would go see her.delilah by the-marshmallow
I sat at the café table, flicking ashes off the third cigarette of the night. The prospect of death was welcomed and I dearly wished that sleep – even if eternal – would plague me.
"Does she know you're an insomniac?"
My eyes shut momentarily in superficial contemplation at the rhetorical question while I exhaled the contents of my lungs. When I opened my eyes, hers were simply on my cigarette as she fished for it from between my fingers. She brought it to her lips and enclosed them around the cylinder. She took a seemingly satisfying drag from it and her eyes closed in gratification, while her lips curled i