Frank Wisdom

I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. - Frank Sinatra -

Full sun through the window, that feeling you just know it must be 11 A.M and it seems like death would be a better feeling than this? You likely know how I feel. Half the day gone and all I want to do is lay prone with this pillow blocking out the light and the hope I can go back to sleep and try again; in about another 5 hours.

Must be a little later; no idea how much later. Street noise, a lawnmower, even the sound of my heart beat tries to snap me into the world. Make it go away; just go away. Please go away.

No luck, a head banging like a bell and kidneys about to bust; must roll out of bed and piss.

The only reason I'm doing this and I mean the ONLY reason is the lack of a good alternative. Ever so carefully change from prone to walking; slowly, you are not at all steady and focus is fuzzy.

Made it somehow; lift the lid and let it go.

One hand to aim, the other on the wall for support, head hung, eyes closed.

And so it goes. The head hurts but simple pleasures make for a simple half-hearted smile.

From the shower comes her voice, "Hey Sugar, come join me"

Oh please, I can barely stand much less talk, just let me pee. And so it goes.

Until finally done and sort of breathing regularly, a small shake of the head and stretch that cramped neck and back a bit.

"Sugar! "

"I said.... come and join me."

I hope the water is warm.

As the door slides open, the mind recalls. Tits from heaven, bleached blonde hair against that dark skin....Cripes she is gorgeous.

"Take the soap. Wash me Sugar."

She passes the soap and turns around, "Shampoo my hair Honey."

The water is warm; warm and wet and feels good as it splashes from her shoulder to my face. Hair and water and soap bubbles make for a nice tactile feeling; plus now she moves back a bit and skin goes on skin.