The Four Poster
Part 2
Jonathan Greer
He spent a few minutes trying to relax, imagining his body was weightless and sifting like sand into the bed. Then he gave up. The young sunrise had given the room a magic light, and soon he was glad to be awake. He did not want to waste her silence.
He knew that when she awoke he would wish for this time back. This peace. To watch the stillness of her lips and soft turn of her body without interruption and argument. To stare at her fleshy breasts as they slumped towards the mattress. To have her, all of her, all to himself, and not have to hear her complain about her job or his job, her parents or his kids. This was living splendor. This whole moment, yet unshattered by the alarmclock. Beautiful. Decadent. Pure.
Outside, a cat crossed a fence, putting the neighborhood dogs into a barking frenzy.
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