Friday, September 16, 2005

55 Fiction Fridays: Somnolent

Friday, in a new time zone!

She sank into the bed like a fist kneading bread dough, enveloped in pillows and swaddled in thread count. An entire year to assemble it – the perfect duvet, coordinating bedskirt. How could anyone compare? Her bed had no expectations, never tried to hit on her girlfriends, and was always there for her – warm, supportive, unconditional.

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