{"id":3198,"date":"2019-02-03T07:22:51","date_gmt":"2019-02-03T07:22:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=3198"},"modified":"2024-05-06T01:25:38","modified_gmt":"2024-05-06T01:25:38","slug":"nobody-shall-sleep-t-dem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/nobody-shall-sleep-t-dem\/","title":{"rendered":"Nobody Shall Sleep\u00a0By T. Dem"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Nobody
Photo by JOHN TOWNER<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Nobody Shall Sleep<\/h2>\n

By T. Dem<\/p>\n

I\u2019m lying down on the bed. Naked. Carefree. One hand thrown carelessly behind my head propping me up. The other playing with my belly button or any small indent on my skin within a comfortable radius. I don\u2019t even notice the neuroticism. In this corner of the world, in this cove of the Montenegrin coastline, the sunsets is out of this world. Like it doesn\u2019t belong to the world.<\/p>\n

Instead, I\u2019m watching the white, translucent drapes flutter in the wind coming through my open balcony door. Mesmerized by the light of the setting sun. I\u2019m relaxed. Carefree. Bored a little. I remember the small table and two chairs in the corner pushed together. But there is only me here. I\u2019m the only one that came. In a car. By my own hand. I smile to myself.<\/p>\n

Eyes close. Fingers rub my face. Slowly over my eyebrows, down my neck, past my shoulders, and bare breasts and to my breathing belly. I miss other hands on my body. Another woman\u2019s hands on my body. Touching. Pushing. Her smell. Softness. Warmth.<\/p>\n

I stand up. Face myself in the mirror. 37. Shoulder length hair. Brown. Eyes too. 178 cm tall. Large breasts. Small waist. Round hips. Decent legs. Mostly flat belly. Nice looking. But they don\u2019t see me. I\u2019m an invisible in our world. The curse of blending.<\/p>\n

My hands cup my breasts. Squeeze. I feel so much want. Down my belly. Over my shaved pussy. Inside my lips and over my clit. I press a little. But it\u2019s not satisfying. I take a deep breath and brush my hair back. Dress. Long white pants and a print tee. Hair still wet, I head out.<\/p>\n

Down the stairs of my hotel. Down the hill. Past the casino. To the waterfront littered with restaurants where groups of people sit. Talking. Eating. Smiling. I stroll. The feel of my white pants soft against my skin. My shoulders tender from the afternoon sun. Soft Balkan music filling the air with the sound of bagpipe and violins. The moon glistens on the water. The boats, medium and small, sway softly, tied to some anchor that can\u2019t be seen in the black waters. I scan the scene. Aim for a table near the corner. Perfect.<\/p>\n

I cast my eyes. Everyone smokes here. Like in a movie. They dress well too. Especially the women. I lean back in my chair. Finger the menu. I know this restaurant has English translations. Grilled octopus. White wine. I tell my waitress who has brought me some fresh bread and a mix of olive oil and vinegar. Napkin on lap, I break bread and dip and taste. Lean back in my chair. Feel the softness of the bread in my mouth. The silky oil. Tart vinegar. Refocus my eyes. Two couples ahead of me. Well dressed. Smoking. Smiling. Joking. Finishing dinne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019m lying down on the bed. Naked. Carefree. One hand thrown carelessly behind my head propping me up. The other playing with my belly button or any small indent on my skin within a comfortable radius. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3199,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[425,273],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3198","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-contemporary","category-short-short"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3198","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3198"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3198\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65717,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3198\/revisions\/65717"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3198"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3198"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3198"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}