Crisp Cold Sheets

I couldn’t believe it. I was there, next to her. Just the both of us, lying there, on the bed. I was facing her, on my side, to my right. She was there.

We were both naked. Our sweat was now cold. Barely any warmth left to justify lying there without a blanket. But still we didn’t want to move or do anything. Her breathing was finally calm, my heart though was still racing. I cupped her left shoulder and ran my hand across her smooth skin. My finger tips glided along her collar and found their way to the middle of her chest until I held her breast. Her hand met mine and our fingers interlocked.

I didn’t recall anything before this. Sad, I know, but I didn’t care. What I cared about was here. Here before me. It was here.

I hadn’t seen her for years. Not that I would, after all we had broken up. She wanted to stay out of my life. Even away from any of my friends. And no, it wasn’t a bad break up, it was kinda mutual. Mutual at that time for me, even when she was the one leaving.

When you’re naive it’s fine. People around you are glad to help. Sure, some people take that opportunity to have a laugh. But if you’re naive with some sense in you, you’d surround yourself with nice people. People who wouldn’t do that and evidently, people who are kind enough to overlook your faults, which also means you never hear about them. And me, I had plenty of faults, the big one though, was being naive about yourself. I had a huge case of that. Something no one really wants to help out with. Most evolved to calling it clueless, inconsiderate, moronic, the list goes on. I still call it naive. Because it’s a state your in when you’re growing up. When you learn about what you did wrong, you grow, and most likely, you won’t be like that again.

It was too good. This couldn’t be happening, not to me, not deserving. I know her. This was a dream, a cruel dream, an opportune dream, I couldn’t decide. But once you know, you know what’s next, awakening.

I didn’t want to.

My old bed felt familiar, the nappy sheets crimped up under me, my rough comforter under my hands . I fought to stay asleep. I was happy there, a few more seconds, a few more minutes, I wanted to stay, even if it meant dying in my sleep, that was good enough. Maybe I could stay in this limbo, unlikely I know, being Catholic and all. But at least I didn’t have to wake up to my life without her.

My eyes were swollen.

I haven’t felt that happy in years.

Prescriptions – 9 fin.

I roamed around the room. A few people splashed me with their drinks. Very annoying. Who would hold a drink when they are dancing and jumping around? Who? Seriously. I smelled like a walking whiskey and Coke. If anyone strained my clothes they would have a few cocktails to pass around.

There was a long couch in the corner. Two girls were jumping on one half. Carl sat on the other.

He was this heavy older guy. Sloppy and unshaven. Not beard unshaven, but that stubble type of unshaven. One that’s in between intentional and letting it grow. It wasn’t a good look. Especially with him balding. It’s not like he cared, sitting there in sweat pants and a tank top. Appearance was not his thing. And apparently the neither was the party.

It looked like he was trying to enjoy himself. Moving his arms up and down like a boxer. It wasn’t in sync with the music. And his forced smile couldn’t do anything for his tears.

No one paid any attention to him.

He simply sat there. Left alone on the side of the couch. Everyone blitzed out of their minds, only caring about the music and being inebriated. No one even noticed Carl’s arms. They were changing on him. And with each phase of the metamorphosis, his maniacal sadness increased.

His fingers became stuck together. Dry bark started to grow on them. Each time he tried to move his fingers, they started to bleed.

Tears were joined by bumbling crying.

Branches tore through his forearm and bloomed leaves and smaller branches. His arms became small trees. The roots bore their way into his shoulder and chest. He didn’t scream. He only cried and watched helplessly. Not once crying out to any one. His time was here.

I came over and sat next to him. He leaned against me. Never introducing himself or even asking who I was. He just sat there sobbing. And waited for the sickness to take him. I put my arm around his shoulder. He buried his rough face in my shoulder, soaking it with despair.

It didn’t bother me.

I knew it was a horrible fate. Slow and painful. Almost humiliating in a way. But what’s was worse was having to die alone. With no family, no friends, or anyone that cared around.

He died within five minutes.

I sat there still holding on to him. Still supporting the large mass of flesh against me and wondered.

Wondered if anyone would do the same for me.

Prescriptions – 5

We took our pills and set off.

The morning air was chilly. It ran its fingers through my clothes as we sped up onto the highway. I didn’t complain. Especially if Helen was okay with it. But really, I wasn’t sure if it was in fact the cold. It could be the sickness.

I pulled myself closer. Moving forward on the seat. My thighs tightened around her hips. My chest was on her back. My hands made their way down her back and around to her stomach. My groin pressed up against her ass. I could feel my cock against her tailbone. It was getting hard and I was getting hot. This was the closest I ever got. She twisted the throttle and sent me back in my seat.

Like I said before, annoying.

I spent the rest of the ride cold. My forearms tucked under my chest. It barely kept me warm.

Within an hour we were there. Overlooking a small bay, a harbor, filled with all types of vessels. Boat houses, yachts, fishing boats, and even a cruise ship. All tied together by make shift lines and foot bridges.

We rode down to the beach and found a boat.

It’s strange that we, the guinea pigs of this clinical trial, have decided to come here. To live on boats. Some of us, may get cured. Some will die. But what was really messed up, was our prescriptions. We didn’t know what anyone was being given. We didn’t even know what we were taking. All the medications were in the form of a white pill. To make things even more fucked up, we knew there was a control group. People that were given placebos, even though we all were sick and well on our way to die.