[ WP ] You 've been noticing subtle changes to your daily life . One day your favorite coffee mug changes color slightly , your favorite book upon reading has an entirely new ending . The list goes on until one day you 're reading the paper and see a headline `` Kim Jong Un Honored at Whitehouse ''

The day she took them I prayed to God. I bartered with unseen imaginary forces. I offered every fiber of my being to be with them again: every day; like before. I cried. I screamed. 
 
 Eventually, I gave up on the notion of ever seeing them again, or at least have a normal relationship with them. My ex-wife would never allow it. I fucked up, and I knew it all too well. 
 
 So I did what I always do when I'm despondent, or happy, or just bored... I headed to 616: my go-to hole in the wall. 
 
 It's been 137 evenings in a row now that I've gone there, and tonight was no exception. It could n't be. 
 
 Eve was there, as usual. She wore a skin-tight, almost bodypaint-like crimson dress that evening; a slight variant of all the others she's worn. This one was sleveless, and the freckles on her bare shoulders begged to be nibbled on. Her skirt was even shorter than usual, and as she uncrossed her legs while chatting up a regular, her dutifully and professionally waxed slit seemed to re-introduce itself to me, just as its master gifted an all too purposeful smile in my direction. I loathed her. I fucked her in the bathroom again. She made me eat her until I almost passed out. I drank myself to sleep. 
 
 I awoke to a strategically placed knee to my balls, which prompted my lungs and vocal cords to produce a feminine shriek; one that had repeated itself for the past three and a half months. 
 
 `` Wake up, papi!'' My youngest screamed into my ear as my oldest still laughed from his knee-to-the-balls wake up routine. `` You said we'd go get the Nintendo Switch today!'' 
 
 I got up; my balls still re-descending from my throat. I gave them both the strongest hug I could possibly muster. `` I love you with all my heart, boys. Let's go get the Switch!'' They hugged me back just as hard, likely because of the present they were about to get and not the present I now get every morning. 
 
 I do n't give a fuck if Trump is president again tomorrow, or if another World War is declared, or if Kim Jong Un is honored at the White House ( ha! That was an unexpected one today ). A lot of people suffer and die, only to be fine the next morning. 
 
 The only constant is that, no matter where I wake up, my ex is dead and my oldest wakes me up with a strategically placed knee to the balls. 
 
 Oh. And Eve.
