Wednesday, July 8, 2015 at Moksha Yoga Vancouver
from Between Gods
I wake in the middle of the night and he’s got me by the throat. He’s playing around of course, don’t get the wrong idea.
“You’re a koala when you sleep. You look like a baby koala,” he says, whisper-breathed.
Groggy, I rub sleep from my eyes and roll on top of him. “What time is it?” I say, kissing his stubbled cheek.
“Who cares!” He grabs my ass.
We’ve only known each other twenty weeks. We moved in together after three.
“Oh Cassie,” my mother said. “You’ll get yourself in a real pickle!”
The first time we had sex I was hit with a bout of hysterical laughing part way through. Maybe it the sounds he made, maybe it was delirious fatigue, maybe it was that I loved him but I didn’t know what to call it, so it came out like laughter.
He started laughing, too. We had to stop, we were laughing so hard. He said my “vagina muscles were strangling his wang,” so I climbed off of him and just kept laughing.