you sit and ponder. i scream your name. The concavity of the unknown.

[tFS]

It's 4am,
I tip-toe down the corridor.
Unseen.
Almost unheard of.
Unforseen, swift movements of a silhouette.

Slow turnings of the tap.
Water trickles in impetuous motions.
I dry my hands and change.
In the distance my phone hums to the mild beat of the heat.

I let him know I'm home, safe.

Familiar sleek satin and coolness overwhelms me.
Vanilla scented undertones, musky.
Sheets spreaded and crinkled in darkness.
Mild against my skin.
A sigh of relief.

I'm home.