An honest Valentine’s morning.

I was hungover and I poured myself a glass of orange juice. She was watching me from the couch in front of the television. For someone who said it was for idiots, she watched a lot of it and always had to have one. She spoke from her lazy couch:

“You need to ask me if I would like some orange juice as well. You need to work on not thinking about yourself all the time.”

I poured her a glass, walked over and poured it over her head, then I threw the glass against the wall and shattered it. I took my glass and sat behind my computer. She knocked me over in my chair and slid my pants down and got on top. To get off, I thought about the girl who worked the coffee shop on the main drag.