I sit in the chair facing the last scene of our entanglement. You're gone now, but the scent of you lingers in the linens. I can't bear to sleep there even though my eyes are heavy with the want of slumber....and I can't bear to freshen the bed with line-dried sheets and pillow coverings with not a trace of that wantonness that lingers still in the back of my mind.
My head lolls with the supreme effort of staying awake. Why can't I just let myself fall into sleep? Am I afraid that when I wake, the nothingness will no longer be a hazy unreality....but harsh clarity in the glaring light of the noonday sun?
This is my first attempt at Magpie Tales. Visit here to see all the entries. Photo supplied by Willow at Life at Willow Manor.
