A Sunday Afternoon Nap E-Book

Jeremiah K. Black

• Herausgeber: Berlinable UG (haftungsbeschränkt)
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Seitenzahl: 52

Beschreibung

Waking up after a nap on a Sunday afternoon, partner stirring next to you, the world safely at bay. An artist muses about painting his woman, drawing her every day of the year. Celebrating the closeness between them, and the passion. The plans they have, the places they'll go. The feeling of home between them. Jeremiah K. Black's signature touching yet breathtakingly explicit style paints a deft and subtle picture of a relationship with profoundly romantic insight and heart-warming honesty,

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A SUNDAY AFTERNOON NAP

Jeremiah K. Black

Artcover: Ray Litsala

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

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It’s still light out. The shades are pulled but the sun still creeps in, bounces off the walls, gives the room the look of twilight even though it’s just after mid-day. The green walls look grey. The piles of clothing on the floor are just shadows. It’s quiet. I can hear the sounds of a couple cars, far off in the city; the guy next door in his garage with a hammer, or just stomping, I can’t tell. I’m still a little groggy, just coming into myself. My head feels like it’s sealed inside a jar.There’s no sign of Charley. I don’t feel her curled up behind my knees, her head on my leg, locked in. I look over to my left and see you still sleeping. You’re turned away from me. That explains it. Whenever we sleep together we shoo the dog out. We’ve done it enough times that when you step in the room she knows it’s coming. She lowers her head, slinks off the bed, looks back as she’s crawling out the door seeing if - just this one time - she can stay.I blink, knowing that I should be up. If I gave it a little effort I could be down in a few minutes…let my mind go and drift back to sleep under the warm covers. But then where would I be? Up at 2:30 a.m. wide awake, looking at the clock wishing I could go back to right now and resist the urge to sleep. An afternoon nap is all well and good but you have to rein it in, cut it off, know when enough is enough. School starts again tomorrow. Five weeks left until the end of the year and those little fuckers are wound tighter than tops. There’s papier-mâché and paint and the constant whiny buzz of pre-pubescent voices waiting for me. Chapped hands and unrelenting repetition. Javon will be a little asshole. Leisha will talk back to me. That little fucker Logan won’t stop running around the room, throwing clay, putting his hands where they shouldn’t be. I’ll be in the same old dirty chair with the broken wheels, looking ahead to my next class wondering how many have called in sick, wishing it were more. I push the thought out…I’m not ready to face the music and want the last of the weekend with you to linger. So I lay here trying to calm my mind by thinking of something, anything, other than the harsh buzz of the alarm clock at 5:30 tomorrow morning. What time did we go to sleep? I shake my head. Blink. Listen to the street sweeper outside picking up the pile of dried grass I left. What did we do before we went to sleep?We were tired. I remember that. Because… Jesus, why the hell were we tired? We didn’t work. We didn’t stay up late last night, or did we? We didn’t drink? Maybe a glass of wine or two: that sweet pink wine that you like. Not enough to slow us down today. We woke up, drank coffee. I placed the cup in your hands. “You make better coffee than me,” you say. “I’ll stay here in bed and do some work,” or “look up show times,” you say, but both of us know you won’t. You’ll scroll through Facebook or close your eyes or daydream and you might actually believe that my coffee tastes better but it doesn’t. After we woke up we did some shit. We must have. With all that we have to do…with all the tasks on our plates…I have to believe that we ticked off at least a couple things on the list. Painting the bathroom in the downstairs? Re-doing our websites? Setting up our place on Airbnb? Resumes? Lawn care? Freelance queries? Travel? Planning and researching all the things we said we’re going to do this month and next?I vaguely remember sitting on the couch this afternoon and you looking over at me and asking: “Walk or a nap?” I could tell the answer just by looking at the angle of your head and the way your eyes were smiling at me.Every time we tell ourselves silently…or out loud…that we’d feel better if we exercised. Charley’s tail would wag furiously if I picked her leash off the doorknob to the back door. Our minds would be clearer. Circulation. We’d be happier…that’s what they say. But then there’s the queen sized bed with fresh sheets and knowing that if we were to lie down we’d be able to curl up so that we fit like a puzzle together, my knees tucked in behind yours, my arm on your upper leg because you don’t sleep well if I wrap it around your middle. We did the ritual where I pull the curtains while you slip your jeans to the floor. I climbed into bed before you and watched you as you took your short, dangly earrings off and set them on the bedside table with a tiny little clatter. You noticed me looking at you and smiled. Like always I fell asleep before you. I last about 5 minutes and then there’s you. I know you lay there wishing sleep would come. With a million thoughts banging back and forth in your head when the world around you is quiet and the sheets are pulled and I’m right next to you breathing deep and easy.