It feels as though it should be full daylight. We’re well into May. The Spring should be… well… springing.
springing.Instead, grey gloom spills, dismal, into the bedroom.
Is it rain disguised as fog?
Or fog disguised as rain?
That mood gnaws at me, threatens to rise and engulf…
Don’t let it…
Everything will be fine…
Behind me, my Master breathes with the regular rise and fall of the still-sleeping. Before me, my Golden Lover, with the same steady breathing, sleeps on his back, the covers slanting away, exposing his chest to the air.
A finger of sunlight peeks from the window, picking out the scatter of blond hair on his chest. I shift my face, playing a game with myself as I see one hair highlighted gold as I move, then another.
My personal version of Solitaire.
My two Loves. My
