Ambien Moments

Zolpidem kept me late, the library had been open for hours. Young children studiously ran amok from one poster plastered aisle to another. I have this thing about female librarians. I had hoped to have grown out of such fantasies, emerging perhaps like some immaculate moth from the grubby chrysalis of this crumbling body but… The sight of a full-figured, middle-aged bespectacled lady pushes demanding impulses through my bloodstream; I retreat to the dark heart of the Napoleonic wars where history archives many a pervert. Old men fight wars, the young die for them, but outcomes (exactly when the bloodletting must stop), they are played-out in the deranged minds of those who then publish the books. Of course, they always knew they would get away with the lies, probably knew that I would be here hiding between these dishonest pages, with nothing on my Ambien fueled mind, but middle-aged female librarians. ~~~~