Morning Ship Sets Sail.

The morning sun slowly begins to glow through the windows of the home.  Cherenkov awakens and stirs.  With a start, he realizes that somebody else is in his bed, entangled.  As the memories of last night come flooding back, washing away a dream of Hot Pot turning bright red and then vibrating like crazy, burning everything in her path, including the inn again and then grinning manically through a window, he reflects.

 

Why does the first person that he feels this way for the first time in a while have to be male?  Cherenkov wants to raise a family someday in order to prove that he's a better father than his own ever was.  Even though that wouldn't be much of an accomplishment, since the pussy ran out before he was born.  Deep in meditation, Cherenkov feels Feather's breathe on his neck. "Maybe all I'm looking for is just somebody that cares for me as much as I do them. No thanks to all those reality TV shows, a woman that wasn't a self-centered bitch was hard to find returning stateside.  Besides, what does sexuality mean now anyway?  We had no determination over what we became upon arriving here.  Most of the mares used to be men.  It's all just one big happy gay town with the denizens of 4chan.  The best and the worst of the earth."

 

Taking care not to wake up Feather, Cherenkov disentangles himself from his warm body.  Cherenkov wishes that he could enjoy this serene moment a while longer, but he's got work to do.  He gets out of the bed and covers up Feather with a smile.  Making his way out of the room quietly, Cherenkov turns back and looks at the bed one last time before shutting the door and starting the day.