To crib from a trend I’ve seen going around Tumblr recently, I’m going to try sharing six sentences from a writing project I’m working on every Sunday. So, here goes:
The girl in her bed was a body. Not, at first, a person, only a configuration of limbs. Perhaps she even thought it was dead—until, standing there in the doorway, she recognized its breathing, its livingness.
She felt in that moment dizzy with improbability. To come home after several days away (and where had she been, exactly? that is still a mystery) to some strange dark shape sleeping on her sheets—who expects that circumstance? What should one do?