Morning

The chilly morning air crept into her room, quietly sneaking under the quilt through the gap his feet created at the foot of the bed. Rolling over with a fluid tug on the blanket to create a cocoon of fabric around her body, she was jolted awake by the scent and warmth of the stranger beside her.  

Disoriented, she raised bare shoulders into the cold and rested on one elbow. Something scratched her skin and she reached down to discover tiny grains of sand on the soft pale sheets.

What happened?

.amber drinks dark frames light eyes sweet smoke sunset beach hands skin quick exhales soft sighs.

Oh. That’s right.

Inhaling deep she slid down trading the pillow for his shoulder, and fell back asleep with a smile.

2nd

Lines are being drawn.

Sides are being chosen.

Admissions, long overdue, are finally being made.

The gloves are off, if only in my head –  and fists fueled by anger and shock orbit my face protecting the ears and eyes and mouth… doors to senses that once were thrilled by her.

Accusations, founded on nothing, rage through my mind – and lashes, justice questionable, are prepared for the giving.