Damped Dance

*Damped Dream*

“You were slept as fuck.   Shithead talking to the walls. “

    He looked over the drooping chandelier as his gaze bounced back on the motionless mass claiming the breadth of the bed. He edged towards him,  and turned him over. Hanging phlegm in the mouth of the one in bed brushed the consciousness of his own palm.

   “goddammit” Hearty curse.

    A slap in the face and then the sleeper jerked up, gazing as though hell was next to him. Like gnawling flames of hell mocking the tenacity of his undauntedness.

    He sat up with cusses crumbling on themselves as each fought its way through the lips inaudibly. The one who woke him up spat at him;

    “You were saying shit. Dumbass motherfucker! “

    The woke grimaced, breaking the sentences into confetti as he drowned the former in ocean of words ;

    “Nigg I saw a box, ja. Like hell, was bearing it. Damn heavy! Two at a time. And then a dickhead asshole brought a letter. Bade me to deliver to a name I couldn’t register. Cross my heart, was closer to my stop before your cockhead self anno-fucking-yingly woke me.”

    “You checked up the name on the letter? “

    The sleeper gave him the I’d-bite-your-nose-if-I-have-my-way kinda rubberneck. He pulled the cover over his head, pulled it down to reveal his face a bit and mouthed;

    “A sec. Lemme go check”

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