Pro-bed
There is an empty bed
or not so empty their are clean clothes curled like a sleeping body
on the left side. Pillows tumble on top of each other, an unkempt mountain.
I shape myself, spooning the clothing. It's cold
and blankets call my name. I answer, a whisper with closed eyes.
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