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HypnoticDan -> RE: OUR Version of Perversion (2/11/2008 9:31:44 PM)
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This should make your skin crawl:
10pm and they are already in bed. He is scowling at the finance section. She is lost in a Harlequin. There are slippers beside the bed that have never been off the floor, watched over by a lonely hairbrush on her vanity table. The table, mirror, and brush are all but forgotten. His belt hangs in the closet, asleep. There cooking knives, spoons, and forks are all in their proper place. When he got home he got himself a beer from the fridge and, while waiting for dinner to be ready, noticed that the tax papers had been left out on the table. Again. Well, she probably had a good reason for not putting them away yet. When he sleeps, he dreams about going to the garage, prepping some rope and a rod and some rubber leggings and a bucket and then going fishing. She dreams about hiring some strong young men with the right tools to remodel the living room. One of the previous tenants had (for some inexplicable reason) installed rings on the ceiling and her she had a vision of being surrounded by hanging gardens like the ones in the far off places in her books, places she would never have the courage to visit on her own and that he had no interest in seeing. It never made any sense to him to go to a place just to look at stuff.
I can keep going if you'd like :)
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