she was like an angel laying there next to me on this bed that is far too small for the both of us

it almost begs closeness and we obliged...  we had a great day and this was a perfect end or as perfect as it could possibly be...

we saw a man while we were out... wounded veteran and i felt bad for him... i debated in my mind if he was asking for change so he could change his situation 35 cents at a time or if he just wanted a beer... it mattered none to me so i gave him enough for that beer if he so desired it...after all... he lost his arm presumably protecting me...he deserves a beer...

but now i lay here thinking that i want my 4 dollars back...because if he were in my situation his arm wouldn't be asleep it would simply be gone... meanwhile i may soon lose my own arm...

perfection is not attainable... and i must not disturb the sleeping angel...