“I miss having sex with you,” I confess, My fingers tracing the screen in the hush of a dim room, The clock was nearing 11 p.m. Days had passed like whispers. Before his message finally arrived: He was back in Cape Town, returning from the … Continue reading 11 p.m.
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Yet another Sunday with You
Intertwined. Sundays. It’s a balmy day. I woke up to my husband’s arms stretched out towards me. To my surprise, my eyes widen from a blurry vision. A tray of warm flapjacks topped with bacon and a mimosa to pair with. The taste is fluffy, … Continue reading Yet another Sunday with You
Unfinished Rooms 