Sheets

Yesterday, I bought myself some sheets.

New sheets, bundled in plastic.

Folded.

Neatly Perfectly.

These sheets are new, fresh. Untouched.

They’ve never known the heat of bodies, lying together. Dreaming.

Slumbering.

swimming in plans of Tomorrow.

…Together.

They’ve never known the passion and tumbling of love.

The kisses and laughter of

Joy.

These sheets are pristine.

Sheltered.

New and Crisp.

Still tightly packaged, untouched by tears of

Sadness and

grief…

No nightmares have rubbed against the warm velvety newness.

No shattered hearts have been bedded here.

These sheets are mine.

To wedge between on cold nights.

To listlessly lounge in, reading and daydreaming.

To wrap around my future, cuddle tightly against my body

Hugging to me…smelling of dirt and sun.

These sheets…

They promise me nothing but what they can offer.

Warmth Sleep Comfort.

Nothing

more.

Nothing

less.

These sheets are my fresh start.

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