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In Love #3

I’m in love with unmade beds. Full of possibility. The whispers of “it’s not over” and “we can still do this”. Maybe a sick day, a mini vacation, a romp in the woods, an FU for the daily grind. Fantasies abound.

An unmade bed is a perfect mess, refreshingly wrinkled and warm. Non-judgemental regardless of our waffling. It waits, reserving our seat, cloaked in layers of comfort. Layers of fuzzy leisure. Seduction of silk and satin.

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