He couldn’t sleep in that bed no matter how hard he tried.
Roses laid with grease and leather in that bed; thorns forgotten
Calloused hands roamed the highs and lows of hardened skin in that bed; defenses forsaken
Brown eyes swirled and danced together in that bed; secrets bared
Wealth and fortune knew humility in that bed; promises shared
But cold nights crept into that bed; uncertainty heavy
Sweet embraces from the past turned into the cruelest enemy in that bed; memories unbearable
There was no sleeping in that bed
This prompt turned out a little differently than originally planned, and honestly, I’m glad it did. Hope you enjoyed it. Till next time my amazing alibis, M.
Next up — Push it and see what happens.