Bright light beaming through the glass awoke me. A breeze blows through the open window across my face and naked body. Squinting hard I look to my right, away from the window. I manage to ease open my eyes and see her lying there still asleep. I reach across her smooth white body and cover her nakedness, shielding her from the wind. She pulls the covers tighter and moans, rolling away from me a bit farther.

     With eyes closed I sit on the edge of the old mattress; my eyes begin to adjust to the light through my lids and I ease them open. That accomplished, a new day has begun.

     I walk to the window and close it as well as the blinds. I navigate the now darkened room to the bathroom door, enter, aim and hope for the best. Two kinds of relief present themselves: one from my bladder the other from the sound of two liquids colliding, assuring me my aim was good. I finish up, turn to the sink, turn on the water and wash my hands, splashing a bit on my face as well to wipe the sleep from my eyes. Eyes now fully open but a bit bloodshot I exit to see her now sprawled out on the bed face down, completely exposed, covers laying in a pile on the floor. I scratch my head giving a yawn, leave the room and walk down the hall to the kitchen. I create a nutritional bowl of Lucky Charms and head for the front door to get the news paper. I walk out a few steps and it isn’t until the wind hits me, half way to the paper laying in the driveway, that I remember that I have no clothes on. This gives me pause for a second but I figure I’m half way there, what the hell. Taking another bite of cereal I continue my journey to the paper, pick it up and walk back into the house, now waiting for a call form the neighbors or a visit form the cops.

     I take the paper from the plastic and spread it out on the table and begin to read bits and pieces. Death was everywhere. Crime, anger, hate, despair, greed, poverty, sickness, and actions there is no description for but the writers do their best. The pages are filled with stories of these things and other; useless information about things no one understands or cares about that effect very few people that read the paper in the first place. Ads for products no one buys; promotions for movies no one has time to see; coupons for food no one can stand to eat. The news is never worth the trees they kill to write the damn thing on. Pointless waste of paper.