"The room looked like every motel room ever made. Each bed had a quilt with too many colors. Reds and greens and blues with some indiscernible pattern of lines and circles and triangles. Each bed had a nightstand. Each nightstand had a lamp. Only one of them worked. The nightstands were on opposite sides of the bed — no nightstands in between. Like the nightstands were made for secrets that each person kept from the other, far enough away to be protected but not out of sight."
"The room looked like every motel room ever made. Each bed had a quilt with too many colors. Reds and greens and blues with some indiscernible pattern of lines and circles and triangles. Each bed had a nightstand. Each nightstand had a lamp. Only one of them worked. The nightstands were on opposite sides of the bed — no nightstands in between. Like the nightstands were made for secrets that each person kept from the other, far enough away to be protected but not out of sight."
gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you for all of your kindness!! Part 2 will be posted soon. Means a lot that you took the time to read
god i WISH it would drop on me like an anvil sometimes
holy SHIT valerie this is so good. i am hooked. please write more