I wake up halfway through my sleep to check up on my favorite couple. Paul is on the couch, shirtless, on his phone. Leora is at her computer, in her underwear. She is wearing a shirt. I can’t tell if she is touching herself. She keeps playing with her hair, which may be a tell. She is only using one hand. I keep watching the other arm for signs of masturbatory movement.
A train starts blowing its horn nearby.
Shut up... I protest, nervously. I do not want Musette to wake up. I am not done sleeping and I am not done watching.
A big vehicle releases air from its brakes.
What is wrong with the world this morning?
Carltalog gets up and starts loudly yawning. It's his way of telling me he'd like to go to the bathroom.
I want to smack him so bad, but he ends up getting back on the bed.