Her lids flutter open like butterflies.
“Oh, what big eyes you have,” she says. “Didn’t you close them at all?”
She stretches and lies back down on me. Her eyes have disappeared under the shadowy mess of her raven black hair, but I can still see through that veil her lovely lips turned up in a playful grin.
“Sometimes,” I say, “but you’re so beautiful, it’s hard to keep them closed.”
With a sudden spring, she rewards my compliment with a kiss, but pulling away quickly, runs toward the bathroom. I hear her puking as I climb out of bed.
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