AS SHE LAY SLEEPING.

Its the fifth hotel room in as many days the fifth morning waking and standing there by the window watching her sleep and he thinks no one sleeps like she does no one seems to enjoy sleep like she does as if she were born to it and he lets his eyes rest on her for a few moments lets them move over her lying there wanting to climb back in bed and make love to her but not while shes sleeping of course although he did years before with some other woman that plump one who had drunk herself into a slumber

and had said before she had nodded off we must make love and so he had but it had been no fun it had no satisfaction he recalls taking in the sleeping woman before him how she barely seems to breathe as she sleeps and he moves closer and puts his ear near to her careful not to let his breath wake her his warm breath stir her awake she is moody if woken before time will sulk over breakfast down stairs in the hotel restaurant with a face like thunder sitting at the table staring down at her cereal bowl picking at the food sipping coffee

no best to let her sleep he thinks as he moves away takes in her red night dress the one hed bought in Chicago and the store girl had looked at him as he stood there with it in his hands and smiled and the girl had a kind of sexy smile one of those smiles that seemed to say wish we were an item wish that red nightie was for me but it wasnt and he left the store with it wrapped up in a neat package and gave it to her just before they came away and her eyes opened up when she saw it and shes worn it the last five nights and it has soaked her up into its cloth now

her perfume her perspiration her skin touching it and it enfolding her like a mother and o look at her sleeping there he says to himself look how she sleeps her red hair matching her nightdress o he wants to hold her and kiss her and feel her close o how he wants to enter her and explode within her she lets out a soft sigh he stands still his hand in his pockets she breathes out one long sigh if only she would wake he muses his tongue at the corner of his mouth if only she would turn now

and say come on come and make love to me but she doesnt she moves her leg her toes move her buttocks twitch her fingers scratch an itch wake up Sweetheart he mumbles wake up his disappointed self says wake up you bitch.