Second String
Last Night - Sam’s Apartment
Laying next to her feels right - I think. My arm propping up my head, as she rests her head on my bare chest.
“Why am I not here with Alyssa? She’s there laying next to him - she’s cheating on me! Well, is she? After all, I’m here with my wife.”
My eyes hurt from my thinking. She rubs my chest…
