She buried her head into the pillow in the dark. The cotton sighed around her as she made herself comfortable; wrapping the doona around her legs but making sure he had enough too. The sheet underneath her felt cold, she’d just changed it and there was something nice about a fresh sheet. The crisp feeling would be gone by morning, so she moved her legs slightly to enjoy the sensation.
Bed. Cocoon. The darkness felt close and complete, and only forgiven by a sliver of light in the window. The nighttime sounded like a sigh.
He rustled next to her. She could feel the lines being drawn down the centre of the bed. Etching slowly, so she didn’t recognize them at first, but as the minutes ticked by they gathered themselves into road markings. Familiar road signs which made her heart sink. This is my side, that is yours, they declared.
