Imprint

I once asked a boy to leave his bed unmade for me, and when I saw it, I knew to not waste another day with him. The reason I asked in the first place was that a friend of my mother said she found that imprint of where people slept very personal. When my friendship with my boyfriend, Sterling, had first started blossoming, I saw it. And when I did, my mind was transported to the night, next to his unconsciously vulnerable and trusting body. I yearned to lay with him. Low and behold, here I am with him a year later. This may be a silly way of judging whether there are romantic possibilities with someone in your future. I don't care.