Saturday Morning
Someone set a tray of food down beside me. It smelled like coffee and spices and semi-cooked egg. I tried to roll over away from it, got my foot tangled in the sheet, and threw up.
Someone came in and cleaned me up and changed my sheets. They tucked the bottom in so tightly that where it pressed on my legs it hurt like a b***h. I was pissed off and kicked out trying to relieve the pain, but the sheet attacked me, pulled off my body, left me hanging in the breeze and then tied itself vengefully around my ankle. A man’s voice, familiar, said slowly, “Niiice,” then he grabbed my d**k again and I said, “Niiice,” and peed. He said softly, “See you tonight, soldier,” and slapped me on the ass. I smiled; then I realized he’d left me still completely uncovered. Asshole, I though
