Nooks and crannies

So we were lying on hopefully-washed-hotel-sheets. Separate sheets of used white. The space inside one feels too lonely. So I crawl into the barely enough of the other. The shifted warmth of a body that moved aside to make space for me, the sunken hollow of the bed that becomes ready to now contain my tired body.

I slept well….Our fingers bridging gaps and forming almost a prayer.