2 Quotes by A.J. Waines

I wake and in those first fuddled moments forget you’re not here. I must have been dreaming about you – a tense, erotic dream. I reach out in bed to the place your body should be. It’s cold and there is no hollow. Even the bed is forgetting you.

It was one of those late summer days trying its best to convince everyone that winter would never seep through and ravage the earth.