The clock radio went off at 5:00 am, as always. Mikey, swaddled in blankets, rolled over to smack the snooze button. At 5:09, it went off again, blaring an ad for Safavieh Fine Rugs. Mikey snoozed it again. At 5:18, Mikey opened his eyelids, propped himself up on one arm and leaned over to kiss Karen’s forehead. She stirred and smiled with the corners of her lips before burying her face in the pillow. Mikey shuffled into the bathroom and flipped the lightswitch. He leaned over the toilet, bracing against the wall, and fired a lurching ribbon of piss into the bowl. It was the color of dijon mustard. He made a mental note to drink more water. He jostled his member three times like a business handshake to shake out the dredges. Mikey recalled when his prostate was not his enemy, when Coco did not need a ramp to get in and out of the Mercedes.
7 Million Pounds of Nova
7 Million Pounds of Nova
7 Million Pounds of Nova
The clock radio went off at 5:00 am, as always. Mikey, swaddled in blankets, rolled over to smack the snooze button. At 5:09, it went off again, blaring an ad for Safavieh Fine Rugs. Mikey snoozed it again. At 5:18, Mikey opened his eyelids, propped himself up on one arm and leaned over to kiss Karen’s forehead. She stirred and smiled with the corners of her lips before burying her face in the pillow. Mikey shuffled into the bathroom and flipped the lightswitch. He leaned over the toilet, bracing against the wall, and fired a lurching ribbon of piss into the bowl. It was the color of dijon mustard. He made a mental note to drink more water. He jostled his member three times like a business handshake to shake out the dredges. Mikey recalled when his prostate was not his enemy, when Coco did not need a ramp to get in and out of the Mercedes.