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Waking up to a crowing cock
Date: 2/28/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: 0Curious, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
As the noise of the crowing cock assaulted my slumber I opened my blurry eyes to scan the room, or what the feeble pre-dawn half light afforded me. I was alone in a small, squidgy, unknown bed, with an ashtray on the side table full of ash and roaches. My head was a little foggy. I pilfered the single, unfinished, conically shaped, rolled up paper from the ash tray and positioned it between my lips. I leaned to the floor and scrabbled around in my jeans pocket for a lighter. As my thumb pushed across the abrasive metal ring the room flickered briefly to life but my eyes weren't really ready for the aggressivity and I squinted. I brought the flame innately towards me and as I drew deeply, the paper and it's contents crackled soothingly. I felt the smoke hit the back of my throat and move down into my lungs. I held it there, looking out blankly as if someone had just hit the pause button on my life. It was a comfy and familiar place to be; a soft buffer zone between me and the outside world. When my oxygen eventually met it's limits I slowly exhaled the thick, heavily scented smoke and was rewarded with a warm dose of green, sticky nostalgia. The cock crowed again and I lay there in my fuzzy state wondering what exactly made him do it. The light perhaps or did they have some kind of built in body clock. Through the clouds of mushy grey matter an image formed of a cockerel, walking straight backed down the road, chest out, beak in the air, clamped around a joint and I laughed ...