Hayden was habitual. Habitual to the point that even the Farmers Almanac considered adding a section for his predicting his habits. This was especially true for going to bed. Very few nights passed when he was not in bed at his normal time. And so, tonight was no exception. Hayden was in bed by 1am. And, just like clock work, he fell asleep quickly.
But that didn't stop his mind from waking him up. And it was all those thoughts racing through his mind that now kept him up. Hayden couldn't decide; was it the thousands of thoughts, or the fact that his body actually was now tense rather than relaxed that kept him up.
And so he laid there in bed, fighting a million thoughts with a million more. Why couldn't she just be honest? Why did she just disappear without a word? Didn't he earn her trust by now?
Then there was his boss. His boss was an insensitive clod. Is this the defining quality of an entrepreneur? Did Hayden have what it takes to be a clod? Why should he?
And then there was regret. Why should regret even exist? It had to be from the devil himself.
Eventually, Hayden got up. And like previous nights, he opened his favorite bottle of Gentleman Jack. Ok, fine, it was not his favorite bottle. It was his five hundredth and thirteenth favorite bottle. He already went through five hundred and twelve. Not that anyone was counting.
Gentleman Jack was smooth. Hayden like to compare it to the smooth skin of a woman's most intimate parts. It was heavenly, desirable above all else, and sometimes, he felt like he couldn't get enough. And he would never say no to a taste.
Hayden decided tonight he would drink it straight. No tonic, no rocks nor anything else. The first sip was the best. He closed his eyes as the flavors tingled its way down. He took a moment to breath in its aromas. Hayden chuckled as he compared this moment to that first moments of going down south. He would taste, and breathe it all in. Slowly savoring every bit of sensuality the moment provided before diving in.
He slammed down the rest. Tonight, one was not enough. So he poured himself another ounce of the juice. As Hayden slowly drained the glass, he pondered comparably to savoring his favorite lady. Tonight would be a great night to indulge in her. And not just once.
After the third serving, Hayden finally put himself back in bed. And he laid there. This time, it was different.
Slowly, the tingling sensations relaxed his body. And his mind. Perhaps the most important part needing to be relaxed. As Hayden fell asleep, he contemplated again on thoughts of savoring the after glow of being entangled with her. Tonight, whiskey was a substitute. But he longed for her. And that thought put him to sleep.
