The Four Poster
Part 4
Jonathan Greer
It was this that made him flaccid again, this that caused him to get out of bed. Not the way she would act towards him. He supposed that she couldn’t think any less of him. No, It was the image of his pillow on the floor. No matter how many times she vacuumed, dust-bunnies gathered together and pubic hairs seemed to sprout from the bedroom carpet. All of that filth smothering his face as he slept, and him breathing in the scuz and rubbish of that ancient apartment each night. No amount of pleasure would be worth his pillow on the ground. Even the thought made him shiver.
-No thankyou, he exhaled, masking his words with a morning huff.
Sitting on the toilet, panties in a wad around her ankles, she peaked her head around the corner.
-Nothing, he said to her sideways stare. Just a big yawn.
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