I'm So Cozy

by Douglas Greene

Fred was intentionally languishing in that pleasant, cozy place between sleep and consciousness. He felt so absolutely comfortable, he was reluctant to open his eyes. He must be on a waterbed. He loved waterbeds; they were so squishy!

The last thing he remembered was arguing with that fat fag in the parking lot of the bar. "Show me a queer, and Iíll show you a fucking child molester!" he'd screamed drunkenly. Still half asleep, he grinned at the memory. He wriggled just a bit, relishing the warm, fleshy mattress beneath him; he couldn't remember being so comfortable!

Damn, such a nightmare! He should have known better than to drink that tequila. He was a bourbon man; always had been. In his nightmare, the faggot in the parking lot was huge, and he was tiny and weak. The nightmare seemed to go on for hours. The huge homo pulled, poked, and prodded at his helpless body. The giant laughed while he screamed.

He wondered where he had ended up for the night. He was probably at a cheap motel, some of those still had waterbeds. He probably spent the night with a hooker. Crap, what a waste of money, he couldn't remember any of it. Jesus Christ, what a night!

At least the bed was comfortable.



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