Her Restless Night
It was late and she was awake. She had gone to bed as normal but had hoped that he would want her – want to make love to her. He was asleep. It was not totally dark and she gazed around at the ceiling and the walls illuminated through the slight gap in the curtain. She wasn’t tired. She lay listening to the sound of his breathing and let her mind wander aimlessly, hoping that sleep would come to her soon. As she remembered the events of a quite ordinary day she found her thoughts returning...