Your scent is woven into the fabric of my sheets. It creeps like a veil over my skin. I drift towards the reflection of your eyes in mine. You always say you’re getting up to leave, until the bed swallows you whole. Our night is spent adjacent. Your limbs draped over mine, as effortlessly as the light that washes the walls. We part ways in the morning. Until next time.
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