On days like this, I would like to just disappear

The man, his gaze. He paid with cash. I thought, together we could break the system. To break something alone is desperation, but to break things together --
What I miss most is not what you'd expect. I miss falling asleep atop the covers and him waking me up, his body bizarre.
Now I only wake up for a glass of water. Better after midnight, half awake, less distracted. I empty the glass and immediately refill it. I sip. I sip. I'm awake. Water is just water after all.

Water Water Water Cash by Tim Jones-Yelvington