mini-nanowrimo, day 1. WC-115

[wellownedbkup]

She glances over her shoulder at her lover, tangled in flannel sheets and floral duvet. The night's cold, though his cloying body heat makes it impossible for her skin to even prickle at the chill.

Everything is different now. Her flannel sheets that have kept her warm on so many lonely and dreary nights now smell of two bodies and wrinkle uneven where she had lain. Her pillows cradle another's head and his cologne has insinuated itself into even her very pores.

She folds herself in and glances over her shoulder at her lover, features thrown in soft relief by the half-light of the moon and streetlights outside her window. Everything has changed now.