He drops his head, face burying in my neck.
And he breathes there.
We stay like that,
silence and stillness wrapping around us.
And it’s stupid to think I could fall asleep.
Right here.
Right fucking now.
Standing up.
“Yo, you been thinkin’ about me today, Sonny?” he asks against my neck.
My eyes snap open wide.
I play it off with a shrug?—
“Depends. What’s it to you?”
“Not even jokin’. I walk into the fuckin’ bodega, middle’a my shift, I’m starvin’, and they’re playin’ your song—Angel.I just stood there, swear to God.”
He dips his mouth to my ear,
half a smile in his voice?—
“You sendin’ psychic signals now, or what?”
// 4:23 AM //
The bed’s cold again.
The laptop’s hot on my thighs.
The Baby Contract’s staring at me.
It wasn’t until the city lights hit the back of his head, ‘til his tail lights waved goodbye, ‘til the elevator started climbing that I knew I was ready.
I drag the file into the email?—
no message or subject.
Just one PDF titled:The Baby Contract.
I set it to send a few hours from now.
Then I close my laptop.
It’s done.
23 /PATIENCE
GUNS N’ ROSES
Thu, Nov 14 at 10:46 AM
