Page 36 of Axton

“I need to move around, Michael. My body is too stiff, and I don’t want that medicine that makes me sleep anymore. How about a bowl of cereal and I’ll even cut the banana up and put it in the cereal for you.” She offered, but I didn’t answer. She reached down and pulled up the little table and she smiled. “Nifty, isn’t it?”

She got two bowls and began getting our cereal. “I better not pour the milk until you’re holding the bowl.” She giggled. “That could get messy.” I was speechless as I watched in wonder as that copper hair swayed around, sometimes falling over her shoulder and brushing against her breast. She was by far the absolutely most gorgeous creature I had ever seen.

“After you eat, you should go back in the bedroom and get some rest. I’m perfectly happy to watch movies. I find they make me happy and take my mind off things.” She set a bowl in front of me. “Or I can make room on the sofa for both of us if you’d like towatch until you fall asleep.” She put the milk down with a spoon then brought her bowl over. “What do you think?”

I thought how bad I wanted to bite down on that bottom lip and squeeze one of those amazing tits. Holy shit I bet she would have been wet and tight for me. I bet she tasted like sweet vanilla cream.

“Michael, are you falling asleep at the breakfast table?”

No, I was just imagining eatingyoufor breakfast. “I'll want to lay down out here in case something happens.”

Her eyes lit up. “I’ll grab a pillow and blanket for you.”

She was smiling so big as she took a bite of her cereal. Did I do that? She was that happy to be close to me? I could have went to the bedroom, but it seemed I liked punishing myself.

When we finished eating, she went to the bedroom, and I put the table down so I could get comfortable. I could tell by the way she was limping that her right side was hurting. She came back out with a pillow and blanket, along with a huge beautiful smile on her face. “Kick your boots off.” She instructed, so I bent over and untied them before taking them off and setting them aside. She spread the blanket over us then put the pillow in her lap then patted it. “Come on, get comfy. I can’t wait to watch this movie.”

“I’m not laying on you.”

“It’s my right side that hurts, not my left. Come on, you need some sleep.” She ordered.

“Maybe I should go back to the bedroom.” I reached up and scratched my face.

“You have dry skin, you should really shave and use some lotion. Come on, just get some rest.”

Was I really going to torture myself, and why the hell was she so excited to have my head on her lap? I knew those tits would be touching my head. Wait, what if I laid the other way and they were in my face? I had options. Holy shit I was going to burn in hell. Why wasn’t she questioning my self-torture decisions?

“Hurry, I want to start the movie.” She patted the pillow again, and I decided to give in. I laid down and Holy shit she smelled good. She fixed the blanket to cover me then suddenly I felt delicate fingers run through my hair. “Maybe this will relax you to go to sleep.”

She was right, Holy crap was she right. Each gentle stroke felt so good, and I didn’t think the movie started before I fell asleep. I fell into the deepest sleep I could remember.

I woke to fingers still gently running through my hair. I remembered quickly that she was near and didn’t want to open my eyes. I couldn’t remember sleeping so well. I heard sniffles and my eyes popped open, and I turned my head to see tears. “What happened? Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head and pointed at the television. “Jack could have fit on that thing with Rose. He didn’t have to die. I prayed for him, and I think he loved her. They barely knew each other, and he died for her. I think I know what they did in that old car and it’s okay. He still went to heaven, right?”

I reached up and caught a tear. “Don’t cry, Jack didn’t really die. His name is Leonardo DiCaprio, and he lives a very lavish lifestyle. He's an actor, and so is Rose.”

“But this really did happen. All those people died.” She sniffled.

“They all went to heaven, I promise.”

She looked down at me. “They did? The one man had his mistress pregnant.” She looked so concerned.

“Do you think God creates children that weren’t meant to exist in one way or another?” I asked.

“No.” She sniffled.

“Being unfaithful isn’t a good thing to do, but that baby was created because heaven needed more babies. God forgave that man and welcomed him to heaven.” What the fuck kind of shit was coming out of my mouth?

She hiccupped. “What about his mistress?”

“She got to hold her baby in heaven.” Where the hell in my mind did that bullshit come from?

She nodded then used a tissue to wipe her nose. Where the hell and how the hell did she get that tissue? She couldn’t have gotten up. “I am happy for them.”

“Yeah, so am I hurting you?” I asked.

“No, you were out of it pretty hard and didn’t wake when I lifted your head and got up a few times. Valerie stopped for gas and everything.”

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