Marcus Zuccerdinkwilberton

A Good Morning

Bed.
I feel your cold fucking long ass slippery, flipper flapper ass, CLAMY feet rub against the back of my left leg... you remind me of your presence. Dominance.
Chills crawl down my spine, I breath.. "ew y- you fucking corpse😩"
As disrespect rolled from my lips you delicately slap me across the ass with your lanky toes.
You knew how much it set me off. The way you were edging me so much in this moment,
I bite my pillow with desperation.
Your feet, so moist.
The air, so moist.
For I.. I was so moist.
The sun was barely peaking through the blanket you had hanging against the window.
It was cute how you could never afford fucking curtains Xx.
I take a deep breath.
The smell of mold caressed my nose just how your feet would caress me in the night.
"Open thine curtains prrrincess" you whisper.
I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, carefully setting one foot at a time into the carpet. The carpet was warm, fluffy, and black.
Damp and smelt of urine.
I walk my way over to the curtains when I feel sudden pressure to my neck.
Darkness overcame me before I knew what was happening.