jerk alert

Tamar is talking to me. I listen as it is some quite deep stuff. I’m thinking about what she says, trying to work solutions into the conversation. Were both drinking wine and Nelly is asleep on the sofa next to Tay. I’m looking around the disordered room and it reminds me of last night’s mild carnage. I’ve been awake to long and now I am drunk. I’m trying to focus on what Tay says, so hard. He voice trails off into a monotonous drone and my eyelids at last give into the effects of gravity. . . .

~I’m on a beach at dusk, I talk to a dwarf and he. . .~

Shlugb!!!

I hear a gush and I am wet, I jerk alert to the sound of laughter. My empty wine glass in my hand at my soaking side leads me to the obvious conclusion. “Fucksake” I say. Tamar is telling me off for not listening and I have to say after having indulged in an Einstein inspired power nap I am more awake now than I have been for hours.