The Bed

He let her in. He smiled. He kissed her. She had worn low heel boots. The boots looked good one her but they made her shorter. He was taller. At six feet, h seemed taller because he’s skinny. She knew very little about him, and when they had done fucking, she often fell asleep without talking to him. She liked his bed. It had a comfortable firm mattress. She enjoyed sleeping in it, him holding her tight, and sometimes when she wanted to roll onto her side, he would spoon her until she wiggled too much. At which point, he’d turn to his side and fall asleep on his own. She never had trouble sleeping when she’s with him. He had the soothing, comfortable way about him. They talked in the dark.

She knew he had four sisters and three brothers. He was close to his mother but she died of old age. He was the youngest of the eight. He’s not that close to his siblings. They were older. By the time he was born, the parents had already checked out. He was therefore, left to raise himself. In the dark he described her as “very particular”. He knew of her as someone who was into open relationships and was bi. He knew that she needed him to be okay with all that. She learned that he had come to terms of being on his own, living on his own, having a life on his own, as long as he did not have to deal with the unknown.

He did not think of her as unknown because she was strangely reliable for someone whom he just met. She was not exactly what he was looking for, but she was interesting, funny and was attractive. He liked interesting and funny women. The city is filled with men, and women who have lost their ways. Not she. She was sure of herself and she did not let others dictate how she lived her life.

Unlike her ex boyfriend, he made her feel secure and wanted. When she fell asleep, she never woke up in the middle of the night. And when she did wake up, she reached over to find his arm and folded herself under his arm.

She remembered that was how the boyfriend and she used to sleep. He was holding her so tight. She felt wanted and loved. But after a few years, he began sleeping on one side, without her next to him, and he did not want her to touch him. If all relationship would result in two people, sleeping on the opposite side of the bed, and never touch each other in the middle of the night, and only engage some sort of body entanglement if they were to have sex, what’s the point in that? You might as well sleep alone and use your vibrator if and when you feel horny. That two people in the same bed but sleep as far apart model is a common one. It’s called “marriage.” She thought that to herself.

She often traveled to see this man. The man who had a comfortable bed. When she arrived, she’d strip to nothing and began to sleep with him. Sometimes he’d turn her over and fuck her doggie style. She let him just so that she could go back to sleeping on his bed, in his firm yet soft mattress, and in his arms with his mouth inches away from hers. Unlimited kisses in the middle of the night. 

Soon the bed would lose its firmness. Then what? Do they part? Does she find another bed? Do they buy a new mattress together?

You, clever reader, you tell me…