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Submitted to Contest #138
It's three o'clock in the morning and I'm awake. The window is open and the crickets are chirping, keeping time with my disjointed thoughts. Summer breeze blows in through the screen and I kick the blanket off my feet, wiggling my toes against the balm of mid July. You snore when you sleep. I’ve known this almost as long as I’ve known you, which is almost as long as I’ve known myself. You don't pretend it isn't true, and I love you for it. I love you for all the bad habits you wear on your sleeve so proudly; stress smoking, nail biting, ...
Submitted to Contest #57
“I’m not wearing white.” “You don’t have to wear white,” he told me. His head was on my chest, cheek to breast, nothing between us but skin and the sweat we worked up together. I was playing with his hair, combing my fingers through tangled black curls. “Maybe I won’t even wear a dress.” He kissed my nipple and said, “Maybe I will.” “Should I wear a suit?” “You should wear whatever you want, love.” “Am I even a bride if I don’t wear a white dress?” He lifted his head to look at me, digging his chin into my sternum. “That’...
Submitted to Contest #56
You sleep in a bassinet next to my bed.In theory. In reality you sleep right next to me, curled up under my armpit, latched onto my body all throughout the night.They say I shouldn’t do that. Doctors, nurses, frequenters of the internet’s seemingly endless supply of mommy blogs, militant keyboard warriors on a mission to instill fear and guilt deep in my gut every time I dare Google anything about how to take care of you.They say it’s not safe. That I could roll over and crush you, smother the breath from your tiny little lungs.But I made th...
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