And I Don’t Want to Lie

Alex had not expected to ever wake up to such a site. Sure, one day he assumed to find himself yawning upon Emily’s uncle’s sofa, possibly after a long passionate night together, but no, he had not expected to see Ed Minton, flowery dress over his frail frame, sat looking a little less than happy…the same chunks of white tissue clinging to his face.

Maybe it was an awkward silent, maybe it was quite pleasant; at least much nicer than the scream that emerged from the younger’s mouth.