Nathaniel

I eased hesitatingly from beneath covers. Dark bedroom pulsing. Floorboards shifting like tectonic plates. Corners of my mouth sticking with familiar sweetness. The meeting had meant an end, as mutual as one could ever be. Former passions cried for one last indulgence and we gave in, them having once filled our every waking thought. The door stuck on the way out. I thought of making repairs, before realizing.