sleeping-together

. __e__e both... I mean, you__e more so, but we__e both really fucked up emotionally. I mean, how do I know you__e not still loopy from being shot full of... of...___enzodiazepine,_ he said.__es, that._ Victoria__ eyes met with his a moment and then looked away. __t__ been awhile for me,_ she said at last. __ mean, I__e slept with people...___o have I,_ he said.

He had slept next to her for thirty-six years, and the mattress felt different without her weight, however slight, and without the rhythm of her breath the dark had no measure. There were times he woke feeling cold from the lack of the heat that once came from between her thighs and behind her knees. He might have even called her, if he could have momentarily forgotten that he already knew everything she could possibly say.

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.