Late…

She was away with her sisters. It was getting late, near the witching hour, 2.55 am. I had dismissed a new bit on the side at midnight, that was a mistake, post physical relations I find I want nothing to do with women,I’ll sleep in another room thank you very much. She’s getting too fond of wacky baccy, it’s hard enough maintaining my own usage, one can’t carry women. Her perfume was all over the house, nice perfume I hasten to add, but I had to be careful , she has a nose like a fucking sniffer dog.I opened every window in the house. A strange sensation descended upon me, eerie like , like when one is in the shower, shampoo in eyes, soap, the steam of the water and for a split second it feels like a presence is in the bathroom. Of all things ‘Poltergeist’was on in the background the scene where the spectral hand comes out of the television. I’m not a believer in the supernatural but under the influence of wacky baccy, the fact it was the dead of night, silence, everyone else was long ago a bed, I decided to go to bed too.