Breakfast In Bed And Train Prices (Part 3)

Monday Morning Call

Now in the last couple of minutes of my sane night after eating meat, I shall try with these inevitable eyes to tiredness, belch out a further phrase for Monday. Getting to sleep early on Sunday night, I had a relaxing sleep well until 10:30 a.m. Monday morning. Without delay, as soon as I shook myself out of my sleeping mood, still in bed, I lunged over for the phone.

Dialing up Lyssa’s house, it didn’t take more than three rings for someone to pick up and even before I called, I knew that Lyssa would be on the other end, retiring herself to her laggard desires. “I knew you wouldn’t go to work” I shouted, trying best to wake her from a promising slumber. “You made me stay home” she argued, “If it wasn’t for you constantly telling me that I was going to stay home, I would have been at work now”. Feeling the bullshit seep through the telephone receiver, I allowed Lyssa to get back to sleep as she was sounding rather tired.

Breakfast In Bed

For the next half an hour, I prepared my thoughts and desires for the rest of the day amongst the computer and it wasn’t too long after that I received an early morning call. Knowing for a fact that it would be Lyssa, I answered the phone on my long weekend holiday appealingly. “You’ve woken me up, now you have to talk to me” she exclaimed as I didn’t see too much resistance on my behalf.

Lyssa thought to play the role of the cocky allure stating “I want breakfast in bed”. Perceiving that Lyssa was being subliminal in her primal urges straight out of bed, I knew that she wanted me to be that man to bring her breakfast in bed, and a little side dish of sex. Her next phrase was an ever evident “You can come over and cook me breakfast” and as I argued the point of sarcasm she added “No, you have to come over” wittingly.

Knowing that this was a well deserved invitation to her bedroom chambers in spite of her wanting breakfast in bed, I was reluctant to head over to Lyssa’s house or even take her seriously upon that matter. For one, the subject of sex has become so hard to bring up now that Lyssa is resorting to accusing me of her thinking about sex just so the topic can be laid out.

Lyssa knows she will never be the first to make a move and she probably feels I am unusually restrained when we do sleep together but not with each other these days. The truth of my estranged ideals is that I know Lyssa will never change her sexual ways in order for me to derive pleasure insatiably. In summation, as usual, I would be making all the effort, spending my money and energy to get to her house, probably only to get disappointed either way or the other.

The call for Lyssa and I getting back together is slim and the only way it will happen is if Lyssa’s loins have a tenacious persistency about them. When Lyssa is throwing her C Cup boobs at me is presumably an apt gauge for sexual gratitude and in that slim chance, a slimmer satisfaction emanates. Nevertheless, Lyssa could surprise me big-time if we hit the sack but knowing her background and her never changing or bending to viable options, I will stand disappointed…

Arguing About Train Prices

Our conversation only lasted a couple of minutes as the two of us got to the point of arguing. The only conclusion to our argument that I have cared to write down is that Lyssa was always picking on me and due to Lyssa being unable to express the length of our argument upon my request, I feel I will never fully know our squabble. Regardless, the conversation ended with me putting the phone down to the pillow so I couldn’t hear Lyssa continually babble on about shit and as I put it back to my ear, the phone was hung up.

Actually, now that I come to think of it, I think we were arguing about the ticket prices having gone up for the trains, yep, that was it. From what I recall, I bellowed “Why don’t people ever protest against train prices, hold a rally or something” to which Lyssa replied “Because they know they can never win”. That tome was a beaten excuse and as I rose above her apathetic passiveness, an argument broke out. “Why don’t you be the leader of the revolt for lower ticket prices”

Lyssa mocked to which I answered “I’m not that strong willed a person but there are people out there”. Lyssa insisted that there was no way you could bend the will of the train board of representatives, not even with a billion man march which I brought up. Lyssa didn’t even think that with every worker striking on the trains and finding other modes of transport to work an impact could be made. Lyssa was just vindictively relentless in contradicting my belief that if someone can stand up for a cause, they in turn can make a difference.

So insistent on an inability to change the transition of ticket prices, she babbled on about her views to such a disbelieving point that I cared to throw the phone down. Of course, you know this was the end of our conversation for the day, a stupid argument at that. Just one more point that I will add before the conclusion of this paragraph. Lyssa also advised me that Penelope was sitting at home, taking a day off from College. What made me repulse is when Lyssa mentioned “I taught her well”, what a dumb thing to say…

Long Sentences And Late Alarms

With that being our conclusion to the beginning of Monday and showing no deviation to lesser chronology in these first days of August, I can see we have a long and debilitating road ahead of us. Not only that but you can be sure to see plenty of these overly long sentences throughout these pages, making you read over and over to comprehend their effectiveness fully. Long sentences tender to my forsythe better than a sentence with ten words can. I loathe passive sentences, I need the whole story in one line.

Anyway, the time is now 11:15 p.m. and after I clean up a little in my room, I’ll prepare for a nap of seven hours. Let’s hope this lack of hearing won’t extend into the misfortune’s of tomorrow morning where I plead for once to hear the alarm go off. This morning again I woke up ten minutes late, unable to hear the new alarm go off. Funny you should say, I heard it on Monday and on Sunday, why not today when it was most important.