Peering through sticky eyes in the dark


Hotel room. Twitching and clicking, the radiator keeps me awake while I rustle and twitch beneath a ridiculously billowing duvet. Feet out searching for cool air. Listening to cars and the gentle breath of another. Breathe.

Feeling half a century and then some. Creaky limbs. My sticky eyes, dry through lack of tears. Aching bones and a heart. Sore. Longing for warmth from sun drenching through cotton. Beads of sweat and the sweet smell of freesias.

I dream and smile some.


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