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Shoot, this cheese would be really good with apples, but the apples are in the other fridge.
— Jem (what would be a first world problem)
the stranger in your bed
White
a time before today, i remember white sheets.
the smell of laundry. laying in them.
daylight coming from the open window.
there’s a shadow playing against my eye lids. red and yellow.
high pitched whistle. the stove. chimes. then the floor board creaks.
soft skin. a hand on my arm.
“hey.”
“Hey.”
she set the cups down on the round coffee table.
there’s a clatter. the tea spilled.
“shit.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get a napkin.”
when i laid it down the tea bled through.
it reminded me of a dying animal.
“are you feeling any better?”
“Yea.”
she was studying my face.
i turned to the dying napkin.
“you shouldn’t go into work tomorrow.”
soft skin.
her hand on my arm.
