I wake.
Sit on the edge.
Look at my phone.
No messages.
No one loves me.
Pull off my night clothes.
Sit naked.
Stretch.
Massage both breasts.
Round and round.
The little lump is still there.
Find my ungerdungers.
On the floor.
Sniff.
Wearable for another day.
Or until I shower.
Find my T shirt.
Shorts.
Socks.
Runners.
Pull.
Tug.
Roll.
Them on.
Scraffle the hair.
Grab a key.
Run.
Out the open door.
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