The Inconsistent Edifice of Illusion

She took off her clothes and slid into my bed wearing nothing but a black and gold watch. She kissed me and closed her eyes, burrowing into my body. Snow began to fall. I coiled myself around her to shelter her from the cold. Winter is coming, she whispered, I’ll keep you warm.

She took her watch off. I breathed her in and felt her coat my insides.

She sang softly, that song I like, from somewhere inside me, until I fell asleep.

“If I could start again…”

When I woke up she was beside me. You were dreaming, she said, her eyes closed. She smiled a smile with something behind it, maybe, or else I think too much when it comes to stuff like that.  It’s getting worse, she said, smiling still, nodding toward outside, and you’re cold. That won’t do at all…Close your eyes.

I did as instructed and took a breath. She sang to me again, that song we like. I slept.

When I woke, she was gone.

I pulled her skin over my head and went back to sleep. Warm, still, for the first time in a long time.

“…a million miles away…”


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