Boyfriend

"I love this, my favorite." He would say with the momentary passion, sincerely.
"Really?" She questioned as she always did, not believing and not making the conversation float, lazily.

She was lazy, always tired, charmingly effortless in anything she did, like a furry cat. Carelessly she watched him, the cranky, emotional kid inside his body, the need to be spoiled and put up with, she snorted in denial.

In the darkness of the bedroom, where they had sweated and hugged like two lovers before death, he was content in his frustration, drown in the easiness of zero, no hill to climb for our lion, down as the hellish summer silence, his soaked pores sour. She heard it hollowing in front of the air she breathed in, a world of frown and neck aches. He remembered to dump the rubbish can; she nodded to thank him, struggling to focus on the rightness as a girlfriend whose life was to ice the bad habbits of a man. She wanted to spit, with all the distain as the normality.

Weak as a person who only traveled on foot, she rested her head on her curved knees, winking at the weight of her thoughts, the drunkness coming to catch up, lightening a night and inviting the fire.

She busied herself in the livingroom, giving up with the thought of comforting her turbulent mind. She felt tasteless, all alone, like food forgotten the salt, flat and cheap.

But for that moment she was fed with the extreme niddles of fear, when he spun her upside-down, grabbing her feet as if she's not an existing creature, as light as a feather. She resisted with little shrieks from her mouth, then screamed in red, realistic fears, her heart squeezed into a messy gesture of a writer's paper, wrong and full with wronged pollywogs. Stolen a way of behaving like a human, you were quivering in shock, on the red red couch, a favorite color to die for. She did not move until the fear mortified in otherwise giddiness. She moved up, feeling like using a bathroom, in an imagination of flushing a toilet with her waxed private area, the fluid tripping like a mastered plan. Shaking shaking shaking.