I need your guys' input on this one on whether I should continue. Toss me some ideas, tell me what you would like to see. I promise to update regularly. I'm trying to get back into the writing game as my muse went on an extended vacation, but she appears to be back now and ready to work.
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She lays in the cool comfort of her bed between the hard mattress beneath her and the security of her comforter above her. She smiles slightly at a thought that crosses her mind about something funny that her partner said to her today and with that, as these thoughts always do, it brings the inevitable feeling of loneliness.
Sometimes, just on the verge between sleep and awake, she imagine what it would feel like in her bed with his arms wrapped gently around her. Sometimes her fantasy of him is so near life like that she can feel the weight of his elbow resting in the dip between her ribs and her hip; feel the light brush of his breath on the back of her neck or even sometimes feel him shift in bed behind her.
Her excitement, as she is just entering a light dream state, wakes her up in hopes of snuggling closer to him in the darkness of their bedroom, but as always, she wakes up alone realizing that the best moment of her day was just the wishful thinking manifesting itself in her dream.
She shifts in bed and grabs the extra second pillow out from under her head and hugs it close into her chest, praying that it turn into him for just a moment. She thinks, for just a second, that maybe if the thought of being with him for a mere moment makes her this happy that she should use her "ovaries of steel" and just admit both to herself and eventually him how she feels. Instead, she shoves the pillow out of her bed and rolls over, putting the illogical thoughts out of her head and recites the names of the bones in the body until she drifts off asleep; realizing with regret that the bones she counts belong to him.