Fading Memories

I slowly drift off to sleep, and the edge slips off the day. Memories slid through my mind as I prepare to dream. In this soft semi-sleep stage, I tug at different memories. Pulling out different ones, testing them in my mind, trying to recall how I felt at that moment. Suddenly I pull the memory of a night with my last ex. I lay tossed across the bed watching television. Suddenly his hand grabs the cuff of my jeans, pulling me across the bed towards him. As if I belong to him, an object to control. It is at once sexy and objectifying at the same time. I shudder and surrender to the moment.

Now I think back and it is just sexy. I find that I like the moments of male demanding. The moments when they simply say, “Get in the car” (i.e., kissing is over, it is time for sex). When knees are pushed apart and hands make their way into areas where no one else goes.

Thus it is a pleasant memory that ushers me to sleep in a lonesome little apartment.