anticlimax

”Trent?”
No answer. The lovemaking had come to a halt. Trent lay sprawled on top of Daria, motionless. His weight, crushing down on her. “Trent? Still no answer. “As much as I love cuddling, you’re kind of heavy, please get of me.” She asked. His total lack of movement was beginning to worry her, or rather piss her off, if her assumptions were true. “Trent!” She said more forcibly than before. Trent gave at muffled sort of groan, and nuzzled her shoulder. “Please tell me you’re not sleeping” at that moment a loud snore told her he was. “Oh, for the love of….” she muttered. Then started the great task of shifting the unconscious floppy heap of man that was Trent, When Trent slept, almost nothing could rouse him. With one last push, he rolled of her with a loud snore. Daria extracted her legs from the tangle of limbs and rose from the bed, slipping on a random t-shirt from the floor, she went to the bathroom.