I stand in the shadows, watching her sleep. She has kicked off the bed sheets and my eyes devour her naked flesh.
She stirs and I tense, ready to withdraw. She simply sighs in her sleep and turns over. I sigh too.
I dare not move closer although I want to so badly. I want to touch, kiss, take her…
Such sweet torture, to return each night and see what I can never have.
The soft click of the door wakes me.
I feign sleep.
Such fun to tease the poor man. But his attentions excite me; I want him. Tonight I will ‘wake’ and beg his touch.
I stand in the shadows, tonight as every night, watching her sleep. But tonight is not as every night. Tonight will be the last night.
I take one last look, the gun at my temple. I wonder if she will sleep through what she has driven me to.
My eyes open slowly to look at him.
Shocked, gasping, trembling, I reach out my hand.
I stare at the man and his gun. He stares back at me. But neither of us move.
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