She was lying in bed next to me
Drunk as hell
I remembered the discussion we had over the cheese on her pizza.
And tomatoes.
I hated her than.
At the end she had the yellow and red all over her face like an abstract painting from a miserable artist.
A lovely sight. I laughed. A lot. Even in the toilet.
And now she sleeps, dreaming of cheese I guess.
She snores. Quite loud. Like a sheep.
Maybe I should write her a note before I go, but I can’t remember her name.
I think I call her Quattro Formaggio.
Or Diss Cussion.
I better leave, it’s getting silly now.

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