Descriptions

Bed Sheet

Safety is found in the clean folds of white, even milk. No one holds me back as I sink into the cool envelope that welcomes me with arms of engrossing thread. I press my face and rub into the thread, closer, closer still, but never close enough. I long to be within the yearning fibers.The chill of the material soon loses its flavor and sinks to conform with the heat of my body. I shift, searching for the icy fingers of some unknown reach of my loved one, the bed sheet.