Tag Archives: Sean Vetter

::THIRTY FIVE:: “I’m sorry.” In the end it’s all I can say, whispering it over and over as I hold her, my nose buried in her hair. I don’t know if sorry can make up for the things she’s had to hear but I can’t stop it anyway. I’m sorry. Her arms are wrapped tight [...]

::THIRTY THREE:: It’s already late, the sun slanting through a small gap in the curtains in a ray of pale light across the foot of the bed. She had kicked the sheets and blankets off her in her sleep and the band of light fell over her ankles in a ribbon. I’ve been awake for [...]

::THIRTY ONE:: The room still smells faintly of chocolate, so does her skin, the massage oil making it softer than it was before, if that’s possible. She’s sleeping soundly, letting out an occasional sigh when she rustles in her sleep, always wiggling closer to me. She’s cute, in a way that makes me grin every [...]

::TWENTY NINE:: My head hurts. That’s putting it lightly. It’s cool in the motel room, the smell of rain making everything feel that much cooler, the air almost crisp. I usually leave the curtains open at home. Lets face it, I haven’t cared to close them, or even pay that much attention to them. Jeanette [...]

::TWENTY SEVEN:: I didn’t move when I woke up with her on the couch, still curled up with each other in the same positions we were in when we fell asleep. Her weight shifts in tiny movements as she works her way out from under my arm, stilling when I move a little, before continuing [...]