The abrupt change in position on the soft, jelly-like mattress didn't wake her, causing her to sit up in bed with her eyes fixed on the brown-looking wall. And it wasn't even the sound of the dog, Sebastian, who let out a loud snort as if barking at the foot of his bed, his misshapen nails clawing unevenly at the hard wooden floor below. A normal person would have had their heavy eyes widened if they were the ones who had a huge ball in their stomach creating bubbles of gas leaking from their lips all night, but that didn't seem to dampen it. What surprised and disconcerted you at two in the morning? The cool, stiff breeze coming out of the crack of the closed blue door, which she was afraid to look at but was forced to paint, looked like a grayish tint under the dark light, narrowing the pores of her skin, making it unbearably itchy. It was her manicured nails leaving long red streaks across her skin that suddenly woke her up, almost giving herself whiplash as she sat in surprise on the bed searching the room and then finally resting her eyes straight ahead. Another gust of cool wind invaded her personal space, giving her an unpleasant feeling of nostalgia for a dilapidated office building in one of those claustrophobic Bronx neighborhoods infested with rats and cockroaches, which had a lot to do with the growing bump which increased in diameter every second a word was spoken. Initially she was very intrigued by the poetry of the building's exterior, if she had tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes it would have looked like a rich brownstone, suitable for the life of an aristocrat who became like this for... half of the paper... ll, looking at it. His face broke into a friendly smile that spread across his face making him look almost like that sweet boy she met in college eighteen years ago. “Give the baby a drink,” he sang as he handed her the bottle. “Give that damn baby everything I have, everything we have.” He looked at her with a crooked smile and then turned to watch her speed down the block without her being able to make her out. She staggered like a pregnant woman down the street going nowhere. Almost getting hit by a car while going nowhere. Her flaccid buttocks jiggled following him aimlessly. She sat there on the hard pavement with the bottle in her hand with red wine running down the side staining her coat as she sat in the company of a smelly homeless man who cared less about her as she watched her naked husband run into oblivion nowhere.