Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, October 13:

Nobody else matters but us, you told me once.  You were sleeping over that night and we were lying chest-to-chest in my little white bed because you said your sleeping bag was too hot.  The lights were out and in the dark your eyes looked big and empty and bright.

Nobody else matters but us.

I asked you once, years later, if you remembered saying that. You said you didn’t.

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