Monsters and Dolls'

No Sleep for The Monster.

I roll on my back staring up at the ceiling, damn, I can’t get that girl out of my head how does she make me want her so bad, I sit up hanging my legs off my bed, “stay” the woman wraps her arms round my shoulders, I can feel her bare chest on my back bone’s, I take her soft hand and for a moment I think of the girl from McKindlies.

I wonder what that woman smells like, all I can smell is this woman’s cheep perfume, “get off” I order shoving her hand off my shoulder, “and since your up get out of here” I tell her as I put my silk black robe on.

I look back at her before I leave the room, sure she looks like the girl from McKindlies but she ain’t her, I head to my kitchen pouring myself a cup of scotch, this is one thing the humans did right, they made liquor, something monsters couldn’t do or think to do.

I sit at my couch and start writing down ways I can see her next, number one obviously to get some grub, but I need to know what days she works, what time she starts and what time she finishes.

As I finish my glass the woman from my bed walks into the room wearing an ugly little black dress, I thought they were supposed to make women look sexy, that doesn’t seem to be the case here.

“You said I could stay the night” she stands before me arms crossed.

“And then I changed my mind” I stand and pour myself another glass.

“Would you at least give me a ride home?” she whines rubbing her hands on my silk robe.

“No” I growl moving away from her touch, I get my wallet and take out some money handing her $50 “use this and find your own way home” I live in the downtown core $50 is more then enough for her to get home.

“And what about the rest?” she’s got some attitude.

I take a gulp of my scotch and look back her way, “I already paid Mikie girl, I don’t have to give you s**t” I tell her sitting back in my spot on the couch.

“Well what about my tip?” she pouts looking at me wide eyed and desperate.

“Consider that your tip, now get out” I warn her with a tone few dare to test.

As expected she leaves, hurried and scared, I go back to my list while sipping my scotch, I write maybe four more notes down before I find myself sketching that refined smile she wore, I keep thinking of her lips, I’ve drawn them out three times and each look perfect like her own, gosh I could kiss em, and I would if they were the real thing.

Emptying my glass, I head back to bed. I lay there alone smiling at my ceiling thinking of her perfect lips, I got to see her, reminding myself I’ll see her soon I allow myself to sleep thinking of her as I drift off.