Wednesday, November 19, 2008

obliterarted

Despite the sex that is metered out when you can't sleep and there is a storm coming. Despite the always pleasant warm afterglow and the sound of the rain and the wind slapping other people's clothing down off their balconies and onto the awning in the coutryard. Despite the tranquil sleeping face of my lover and the idea that I have made it through another difficult day.

Despite all this, there is nothing sexy about going to work at 5am to move all the furniature back into place and count the tills before the day begins.

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