I watch her sleep on the couch as I drink the last of my plastic bottled whiskey, chased by some malt liquor shit.
I wonder if she knows. If subconsciously she can feel my eyes beating down on her like the sun on a beach going bikini babe along a Mexican playa.
The subtle whimpers and the slight leg tremor fascinates me.
I wish I could watch her dreams.
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