Pay For It In The Morning.
One night, one morning, one experience, one escort.
Face down. Not asleep. Silence. Dark, almost. Right eye, open. Phone. On table. Reach. Turn it. ALIEN LIGHT ! Burns my retina. 05:33. Wednesday. Move head. To other, side. Left eye, open. Across the bed. Human shape. On side, back to me. Silhouette. Feeble, dawning light. Unfamiliarity. Uncertainty. Wait, who? Ok, now, discomfort. From what, where? Foam pillows? No. Twisted sheet? No. Thirst? Yes, but no. Groin? Yes. In t...