Sammy works nights, he’s up all night long. Slinging dope to fiends with a with a watchful eye on the street. He works the block at night.

His girl stays up all night, she can’t sleep knowing he is out there. That the last day would be the last day she held him. She waits up all night wondering about him.

It’s often a slow night, a dime here and dime there. Dime after dime he sells his work to those junkies who need a hit. They get high means that he gets by. Maybe, one more hour he’ll settle and head home to Alice.

She usually has breakfast ready for him. Eggs and waffles, oh yeah, and a sausage. She waits for his text saying he is on his way home 🏡. When she gets that good morning text, she brews some coffee.

When he walks through the threshold he turns from a worker to a king 🤴. Breakfast is usually waiting and still warm. With a heavy heart from the sins he has committed all night long; he eats.

He showers off the grime from the bums he serves. He changes into his house clothes and settles in. She loves him, for what he does all night; because he provides for them. They are living the dream off of drug money 💰.

He sits feeling the pressure of life as a dealer, he reaches for a cigarette. He knows he can’t smoke inside. With all the bad stuff he does, he doesn’t want to bring that energy home. So he humbly steps out to enjoy a smoke.

When he steps inside Alice is in bed. Tired from a night of waiting, wondering, and praying. She wants the heavens to know Sammy is a good person. What he does for money doesn’t define him.

He sits in the middle on the edge of the bed. Then says “I love you.” A rush of endorphins courses through Alice’s brain. She knows her future husband is home. At least during the day they can spend time together.

He lays down, and underneath the blankets, they lay with each other. In each other arms, they are close. The feeling of safety and love is there. They are in love. A dope boy and his trap queen.