alittlepoison

Mister tired was shuffling round his mess. Ambiguous degrees of dirty clothes. A ticket stub and box of Styrofoam. His belt not where he left it unbuckled.

The room was dark the girl in bed asleep. The ceiling in his dwellings still hung low. Another Styrofoam box another. The heating in the floor against his toes. A familiar memo in his mind. The familiar acknowledgment that renders. Shuffling round the dark so not to wake her. Mister tired was shuffling round his mess. The drawer that when it opens makes no sound. His eyes adjusted to the light fell shut. His hip against the ripple in his spine. Collision courses against the table. Every action and its dull reaction. An elbow in a sea of troubles knocks. The beer can spiraling out of control. His eyes slow to open still see too soon. The hand’s too dull reaction jittering. A slipping through the streams of gravity. All thoughts of consideration betrayed. Good intentions for the sleeping beauty. Gone and gone in a moment with a twang. An expletive in a whisper game over. Sinews like a leopard hold and then sigh. A dribble from the culprit soon forgot. A turning in her sleep and nothing more. The taking once again of silent step. The turning and the voice both synchronise. Turn the light on if you want she mutters. Okay yeah maybe I will just quickly. He does and gathers up the thing that slipped. Finds his belt and kisses apologies. The light and he both leave the room as one. Something slipped and it was so important. So something didn’t slip.