My One Night Stand

i still remember last night.

i was lying in bed – cold from the breeze outside my window.

my bed felt soft under my sweaty palms

as i gripped the sheets beneath me,

cotton filling the spaces between my fingers.

 

i turn over

the smell of Old Spice lingers

on the section of space your body once inhabited.

I reach over,

grab my phone off my one night stand,

and check Facebook.

 

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