I am in my new apartment. I am in a room that adjoins another in the back. Both are well lit, especially the one in the back. On my shoulder is the cockatoo that I have seen from time to time on the shoulder of a man at the gym. The cockatoo is friendly and I preen its neck and play with it. The cockatoo rolls on its back in my hand and I tickle its belly. The man also has a smaller bird, the size of a miniature parrot that although somewhat nervous around a stranger nevertheless comes to me so that I can preen his neck, too. His doesn't need as much preening as does the cockatoo's. All goes well and I am overjoyed by doing this.
My own parrot, a green amazon, sees me and rushes with angry jealously at the cockatoo. The two begin to fight and it is all I can do pry their beaks apart without getting bitten or cut by them. I call desperately to my wife to help. This is not my current wife but the one before her who I loved so dearly. She helps and I desperately tell her to take my parrot away into the other room and put her into its cage. I preen the cockatoo a little more before the scene changes and I am in the back room.
My wife has not put my parrot in its cage as I asked. I am angry but more desperate that she might fly into the back room I just left and start another fight with the cockatoo. But the cockatoo and its little companion have disappeared. It's OK after all for my parrot to remain on the top of its cage playing with her toys. I am relieved but still a little apprehensive.
I return to the room to the back room. It is still well lit. I am leaning over my wife on the floor. My God she is gorgeous. So young and so inviting. She makes a little smile meaning that she wants to make love. Her legs come sensually up around the back of mine.
I remember that I have to go to work in the East Bay that morning and may already be late getting ready for that. But I desparately want to stay with my young wife. Excuses flow through my mind to explain my absence. Am I sick that day? Am I going to telecommute? I have just started the job and am afraid of both options.
I wake up. I am confused about where I am. I do not recognize my own bedroom. It suddenly occurs to me that this is where I live and that I am on disability and do not have a job. My current wife has left me. I get up alone from the bed, make it, and start my day.
My own parrot, a green amazon, sees me and rushes with angry jealously at the cockatoo. The two begin to fight and it is all I can do pry their beaks apart without getting bitten or cut by them. I call desperately to my wife to help. This is not my current wife but the one before her who I loved so dearly. She helps and I desperately tell her to take my parrot away into the other room and put her into its cage. I preen the cockatoo a little more before the scene changes and I am in the back room.
My wife has not put my parrot in its cage as I asked. I am angry but more desperate that she might fly into the back room I just left and start another fight with the cockatoo. But the cockatoo and its little companion have disappeared. It's OK after all for my parrot to remain on the top of its cage playing with her toys. I am relieved but still a little apprehensive.
I return to the room to the back room. It is still well lit. I am leaning over my wife on the floor. My God she is gorgeous. So young and so inviting. She makes a little smile meaning that she wants to make love. Her legs come sensually up around the back of mine.
I remember that I have to go to work in the East Bay that morning and may already be late getting ready for that. But I desparately want to stay with my young wife. Excuses flow through my mind to explain my absence. Am I sick that day? Am I going to telecommute? I have just started the job and am afraid of both options.
I wake up. I am confused about where I am. I do not recognize my own bedroom. It suddenly occurs to me that this is where I live and that I am on disability and do not have a job. My current wife has left me. I get up alone from the bed, make it, and start my day.
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