13 January 2013
I'd forgotten how cold winter could be, especially when you're alone and lacking sleep.
This big bed swallows me whole most nights, calling me to rest my head before teasing me with it's memories and whispers of pleasure.
I find myself writhing against the ghost of your body, wishing you were here to appease the consuming inferno.
I rub my feet against the corners, seeking for your warmth in my subconscious but the cold never recedes.
Without the comfort of you to calm me, sleep has forsaken me in the dark and robbed me of sweet dreams.
These winter nights have battled against me and 5am pushes me to the brink, on edge and waiting, I wish for the sun to rise and set so another day has passed.
All I want is your comforting touch as you hold me close, fight the darkness and offer the smouldering heat that I need to finally sleep a peaceful sleep.
Frosted Toes And Cold Sheets • Opuss № I