are you SURE he called a locksmith?

fell asleep running scared. cold crisp linen turned sweaty with our bodies wrapped up in the sheets. the sun came up before I could pass out. outside the city rose for work while my back pressed against his chest. while he laced up his shoes, he asked too many questions. who was the last person you kissed? who treated you well? and I spoke quickly. the bar had pink neon lights and rattlesnake-skin covered stools. we settled on a couch. something caught my eye and when I turned back he kissed me, quickly. I'm so restless now. I smoke more cigarettes but nothing cures this restlessness......