I slowly stripped the sheets from my bed, the fabric clinging to the mattress of my desolate hopes. The static caught my fingertips, shaking me back to my task at hand. The pillow cases stumbled to free themselves, and as I dropped them to my floor, so too did my resolve for the day. My empty house expanded with my shrill voice, begging to go back in time. The sheets would be washed free from the late nights you'd press yourself against me and whisper devilish thrills into my ear. You could string together such a perfect necklace of desire, and each time we added a new bead I swear I never felt so alive. The way you'd weave your body with mine left me breathless and wanting more.
I'd never stuffed a piece of laundry so hastily into the washer before. My hands worked the fabric, shoving remnants further away from me.
