Inspiration?
The BedWe never made the bed... never pulled the sheets tight and firm never straightened the comforter... the pillows still in mild disarray.The Bed
The sheet is all creased where we slept. The indentation is still there from your shoulders. The comforter is on the floor, the sheet crumpled into a ball.
But it\'s so quiet. It\'s empty where your body lay the night before. The warm sanctuary of your arms now miles away. It\'s cold.
But your scent is still fresh.
I won\'t make the bed tonight.
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Ich fühle Luft con anderen Planeten.
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