C157 A little different this time

This thing where I turn from one side to the other is not my thing. Again, I roll onto my left side, admire Hunter's bare back, and count his little spots visible in the room’s darkness, where the only beam of light is from the moon.

I roll over onto my back again, and my newer, more usual discomfort remains with me.

“Shit.” I punch the mattress with clenched fists.

“What was that