I don't know why this happens. But it does. And I tire of it. Tire of waking each morning with someone new. Tire of the haggling and back alley discussions. Tire of the looks, the comments, the assumptions.

Maybe someday I'll wake alone, hugging the sheets close to my naked body, reveling in the sun that pours through my windows and enjoy the hot breeze that makes the curtains billow.

I don't know if I ever will. I don't know if he will ever let me. But I will write it all down here. As my escape. For my sanity.