3 a.m.

[to be accompanied by:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4KXUr9JVng]

He holds me, kisses my neck, rubs my shoulders, strokes my wet chest. I rest my head on his shoulder, eyes closed. I kicks my legs out, padding wide feet against a cold tile wall. I open and close bright pink headed toes. 

“They're talking to each other.”

“What?”

“My toes.” I say. I laugh. I flicker my toes back and forth, back and forth. 

“They're five-headed aliens and they're talking to each other.”

  He rubs my neck. “What are they talking about.”

“Oh, I don't know. Whatever aliens talk about.” I lean my head back into his shoulder and slip down, laughing until I spit up water with words: “You are so nice.”

“Really, why am I nice?”

 I laugh and slide up his chest. I turn around, kiss him. 

"You're listening to me talking to my toes.”