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Jul. 9th, 2005 10:51 amOuch.
He's not sure how much he had to drink, but he knows that it was a hell of a lot more than usual. Feels like there's a damn bowling ball rolling back and forth in his head.
He probably deserves it.
As quietly and gently as he can, Spike gets out of bed
(not disturbing Beth, never disturbing Beth)
and takes a quick hot solo shower
(not the same without you)
and puts on t-shirt and sweat pants
(head pounding, serves me right)
and sits on the floor in their room, stretching out slowly. He's sore and hurting and feeling a little beat up, but not so much physically.
Mentally.
Legs apart, stretch stretch stretch, hands to toes, one side, the other, both. Elbows to floor. Legs together, head to knees. Stretch (ouch) stretch (ouch) stretch.
Slow smile (did I really tell Julia to fuck off? Good for me).
Stretch, stretch, stretch.
Could do a prairie oyster but this way's better. Work all that shit out. Work it out.
And all the time he smiles now, the image of a woman with blonde hair and green eyes and the world's softest lips in his mind's eye like some prize he needs to strive for, he wants to hold, he wants to fold into his heart.
He's not sure how much he had to drink, but he knows that it was a hell of a lot more than usual. Feels like there's a damn bowling ball rolling back and forth in his head.
He probably deserves it.
As quietly and gently as he can, Spike gets out of bed
(not disturbing Beth, never disturbing Beth)
and takes a quick hot solo shower
(not the same without you)
and puts on t-shirt and sweat pants
(head pounding, serves me right)
and sits on the floor in their room, stretching out slowly. He's sore and hurting and feeling a little beat up, but not so much physically.
Mentally.
Legs apart, stretch stretch stretch, hands to toes, one side, the other, both. Elbows to floor. Legs together, head to knees. Stretch (ouch) stretch (ouch) stretch.
Slow smile (did I really tell Julia to fuck off? Good for me).
Stretch, stretch, stretch.
Could do a prairie oyster but this way's better. Work all that shit out. Work it out.
And all the time he smiles now, the image of a woman with blonde hair and green eyes and the world's softest lips in his mind's eye like some prize he needs to strive for, he wants to hold, he wants to fold into his heart.
