I turn on my television, an older piece of technology, and put Silent Hill in the DVD player, curling up on the couch and fast-forwarding through the previews. Hindi sex wake up Wednesday morning, my hair and make-up a mess, and roll out of bed, landing on my ass. My eyes search his, slightly worried, but any anxiety I had dissipates when his lips one again press against mine, kissing me tenderly, his tongue looking for mine. I walk in and set the cup next to him, sitting down and staring at him. Anyone could tell he’s high, and I can see he’s trying to hide it. I bite my lip, laughing to myself silently before resting my head on his chest and staring at the screen.




















