by Toby Ferris
Lying with my back curled against my lover’s back, leaching his heat, his breath, his smell. There’s comfort there, but no slumber. Listening to an audio book. Cumberbatch is reading a new Sherlock mystery, but it’s unsettling hearing him as the voice of Watson. Off it goes.
Count the words: one two three five six seventeen one hundred.
Write it down. Send it out. Settle in again. Shoulder blade to shoulder blade.
Slumber to waking.
word count: 82