Friday, 14 December 2012


Sometimes, when I lie curled up in bed late at night, drifting between wakefulness and sleep, I can feel the weight of your body enveloping mine and, for a brief moment, I imagine that if I open my eyes I will see the view from your bed; and while the noise from the road makes it difficult to sustain that vision, your imprint remains and I can feel your breath on my skin.


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