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All weekend, Josh could have sworn something lurked around their bedroom at night. He had trouble sleeping and when he woke early Monday morning, the room smelled like a damp basement. Air felt colder than usual. He shifted to see the green hue of the alarm clock casting enough light to make out a misshapen, near human-sized-mound, atop his wife. He didn’t move. The shadow atop Bella did.
The mound rose and fell. The bed dipped. Bella didn’t wake. Her hair scratched across the pillow at the same time springs tensed. The bed stirred in slow rhythmic circles that began at her hips and reverberated through the mattress. He was a big man, and most nights she fell toward him. She began bumping and grinding all over. The shadowy mound moved in unison. She inhaled deep and her exhale
