Dear Bed,
You were there when it all happened.
You felt when he pushed me onto you, then pushed himself onto me and made passionate love with screams of “I want you so bad.”
You were there when we lay here with my head on the nook of his arm as he whispered “I love you.”
You saw when he wrapped me with blankets as I shivered through my cold, caressing my cheek and saying “I will always be here for you.”
Now it’s only you and me. Tell me, do you think he will come back to us?
Love, Ashley
I liked the idea of writing to a bed. ?Thnks for the story!
Original and imaginative. Thanks for a great story!
How could he not return and drink from such a sweet oasis?
I like this – the title suggests maybe a crime story, but instead we have this little letter. It’s full of sadness and forlorn hope. And the witness remains silent.
Thank you! You captured the essence of my story perfectly.
Poignant…
I hope he comes back, but at least you have the memory.