If you look closely my eyes are closed
My heart is pounding, I am pretending
His hand is calloused and rough, touching milky white skin
Like cream colored coffee
Rippling
Rippling
It’s all wrong yet I don’t scream
I scream inside where no one can hear me
Everybody in the house is asleep, no one moves
Not even a mouse
Except him, and me
He finishes and leaves
Not bothering to fix my shirt
I want to fix it
But I am asleep