(The one where I try my hand at #NaBloPoMo and see if I can stick with it.)
I come to bed, my hair still mildly damp and dripping down the thin material of my t-shirt. For a split second, I entertain the thought of wrapping it in a bun, but I know it’s just going to become mussed in this bed anyway.
The sheets are cool and smooth, and slide across my freshly waxed legs with ease. I run them back and forth on the slick surface a few times, before bringing my eyes up to the other side of the bed.
I can’t remember the last night I slept alone.
I turn on my back, restless but trying not to move, my mind hurdling and jumping somewhere off in the distance.
Just when I’ve managed to start slipping into sleep, I find myself wrapped up in a cold embrace, snuggling into its familiarity.
My fear spoons me like a lover, wrapping tight tentacles around my limbs and anchoring me to the spot.
Tomorrow I think to myself. Tomorrow I’ll be better.
For now, I just sleep.