2 a.m.

The ash fell outside the ashtray as he flicked his cigarette, but he didnt even bother to notice. That book was reaching its climax and there was nothing in the world that could keep him from enjoying it. He tilted to his side a bit more, so that the bed side lamp could throw some more light on the page. He did, however, make sure that he was careful in flipping those pages, he didnt want his anxiety to wake her up. He adjusted his glasses to rest on his nose better. There was a peculiar smile on his face, one that would seldom show. He drew some more nicotine into his body as the intoxication from that book rose.

She tugged the sheet as she changed sides . On other days he would fight for his share of the sheet, but not today; That chapter was spectacularly captivating. So he let out a bit of the sheet, making sure he sat on its edge so that she wouldn't take it all away. Yes, she was evil and Yes, he loved her so; but right then, the book tested his fidelity. He flicked the pages faster, at times jumping paragraphs to learn what happened. "How this could potentially end?", he asked himself as different scenarios took shape in his mind. And then came the last page, he read it ever so slowly and took it all in. He shut the book, looked up and smiled; that smile which transformed itself into a big yawn. He placed the book on the bedside, stubbed his cigarette, metled into his bed, switched off the lamp,tugged at the sheet and then cuddled up with her to sleep peacefully, and Satisfied.