In the Morning

The truck that backfires in front of Jeff’s window rudely ends his slumber, and as his head falls back into his pillow he gives vent to a sincere wish that its owner might experience everlasting torture in hellfire for their transgression. He sleepily turns over to check his phone, resigning himself to the acknowledgement that the sunlight streaming through his window will not let him go back to sleep. Turning off his alarm, he unplugs his phone and lets it fall to the bed.

Through the wall, he can hear water running, an indicator that his girlfriend, Tia, is still in the shower. Without cause to get up, he welcomes the opportunity to stay under the covers, enjoying the sensation of soft fabric against his body.

Once again, Jeff curses the rude awakening that the truck has given him, robbing the last few minutes of his rest. He had been having such a good dream too. You and he had been watching a movie, he can’t remember which, and he is pretty sure aliens had come to steal your popc