The pillow is too soft. You squash it down, conform it to your neck. Satisfied, you rest, settling onto the lattice of your ribs.
The room is very dark, even though you forgot to close the curtains. It’ll be blinding tomorrow, but right now it’s not.
Can you touch my hair
In answer he moves closer. His arm reaches over the bed’s crest of pillows, his wri…
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