Sunday, April 1, 2012

Drabble Day 8

My goal this upcoming week is to post these on time.

Dawnie's picture selection:

I come home from work and drop my keys in the bowl, letting my stress blow out on the next exhale. Or trying to.

I just want to be in his arms, where the world fades away. I find him in our bed, propped up on a pillow, reading.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he says.

I kick my shoes off and straddle his waist, reaching to kiss him. He slides down so we’re lying horizontal, and I curse the clothes between us.

The sheets surrounding us are fresh from the dryer; the clean smell somehow making me want him even more.


Dawnie's drabble.

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