Going outside
Going outside I barely hear a sound it comes from such a distance and with a growing pulse begins to pull the sheets that covers my naked body. Trembling I slowly realize that’s morning and with a tired look upon my face I slowly begin to lift my head from the cozy pillow. My mind starts racing, eyes with dire protest seem to open and now I’m out of bed near its ugly corner with only boxers to cover my father’s carnal inheritance. My right foot calls to left one lingers and so we they get along the heavy road to the bathroom. For age appropriate reason I’ll skip this part and if want I’ll send back an uncensored version of this part. The cupboard seems a loyal allied he waits for me with open arms to choose from its forgotten belly some pants, a shirt and always tow bright yellow socks. My watch tic-tac whistles the time for I’ll be late to see her smile, to feel her warm embrace and so I hurry...