Chapter 7: For every man, there exists a bait which he cannot resist swallowing -Nietzsche

Micah

              I can feel her soft breath on my naked chest and the tilt of her leg over my waist. She feels so good in my arms; it’s almost maddening. I couldn’t believe my eyes when she appeared in the living room, looking lost. She looked ethereal in her flimsy nightgown and her long corn-silk hair pouring down her back. I knew I should have just let her be, but her loneliness called to me. I looked around to see where I tossed my shirt, but it was too dark. So I sat there and observed her dejected posture for a moment until I couldn’t take it anymore. Rising from my comfortable perch, I grabbed my whiskey and stood behind her. I didn’t expect to lie with her and feel her tiny hands caressing my chest. But I didn’t want it to end. It just felt right. Eventually, her breathing evened out, and her hand stilled. I lay awake for another hour to make s