Sun streams through white curtains hidden beneath the white down cover a permanent dent without movement. In the bed, where we slept from where he once lay white egyptian cotton sheets feel like 1,000 needles instead of softness. The clock flashes a red 12. He took everything except- the picture filled with alleged [...]
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Bedside
Posted in My Personal Writing on September 16, 2008 | 1 Comment »
