this paper feels so good in my pocket

It's 8:45 in the morning.  I've just arrived back at my 43rd floor loft 10 minutes outside the Vegas strip.  It's a modern, but simple place with a wide open layout and a huge bay window overlooking the city.  As I walk in, she rolls over in bed, wrapped in our white down comforter, slowly opens her eyes, gives me a tired smile, and closes them again.  Shes seen all she needs to know that I had another successful session.  She is my new wife of 6 months. We met 2 years ago during one of my many trips to China.  Since then we have spent as much time as possible together between our busy schedules, and we decided to marry 6 months ago in the same city where we first met.  I walk over to the coffee pot and turn it on, then take a seat at my desk to surf the internet.  As I'm reading over the day's news, I keep my hand on my bulging pocket, and think to myself how good this paper feels in my pocket.  It's a wad of just over 13,000 dollars from my 20 hour poker session at the casino.  Not bad for a day's work.  The strong smell wafting through the apartment reminds me that my coffee is done brewing.  I pour two cups and take a seat at the kitchen table.  I hear Mari get up out of bed, and she walks over to the table to join me.  As we enjoy our coffee, we reminisce about yesterday.  I tell her about the whales i encountered at the $25/50 no-limit hold em' table, and she tells me the latest on the progress of her small business.  After talking for about 45 minutes, despite the coffee I've drank, my lack of sleep over the past 36 hours catches up with me and I head to the bedroom.  Mari follows me in, saying she wouldn't mind laying down with me for a couple hours.  Before I close my eyes, I kiss her on the forehead and tell her that we'll go somewhere nice for dinner tonight.