Monday, July 19, 2010

Paper Faces - 29. Crackle

I am relaxed, the irresistible aftermath of an unparalleled orgasm pulling me under despite the misapprehensions I know are buried in my mind. They will not see the light of day until a new dawn washes away hangover and afterglow alike.

I begin to nod off and feel the bed shift, weight leaving it. Light footsteps pad across carpet, barely audible. There is a clicking and a whoosh of flame; I idly place the noises of a fireplace.

A cool breeze, and then a thin layer of warmth settles over me, the mattress depresses again, and I know no more.

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