saving, breathing, leaving
I woke up in the soft flannel pocket of her bed, late for work, and utterly unconcerned about getting there.Her long hair was on my neck and shoulder. It smelled like flowers. I smelled like cigarettes and whiskey.
I turned over to look at her softness, then rolled over to rest my head on her ribcage, my arm draped over her stomach. Her soft breasts cushioned my head, as she swelled and contracted with her breathing.
She put her hand on the back of my head, her fingertips grazing my right ear.
For two or three minutes we saved each other, and enjoyed our calm.
"We have to go" she said.
We never got back to that place.
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