Secret by Mary Cook
On off on off on, off, on, off. Lying in bed, I stared at the blinking light on the video recorder. Sleep felt like something lost, a memory from childhood. I shifted onto my side, the rustle of the duvet loud as the rush of her kisses on my ear.
I willed myself to sleep. Sometimes she crept into my bed as I dreamt, a gentle warmth on my back. But then she would be gone before I woke, leaving only the shape of her head imprinted on my pillow. Her smell was all she let me keep -- a warm, cinnamon stroke upon my nose. The transitory impression she left on the mattress was gently curved, inviting to my fingers.
Our lovemaking was a dream. Clouds of pleasure shifting together, her angel breath pouring over my ears, moist fog cradling my body.
She was separate from daylight life, a sweet gift of night: my hidden lover.
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