Kimbra
Like the elusive breeze blowing through my bedroom window, I'm unable to catch the passage of time. The reality as I pry open my eyes on Monday morning feels like a boulder pressing upon my chest, its weight reminding me that my fairytale is about to end.
Turning toward Duncan, the crushing sensation intensifies. As I reach out, my fingertips brush the soft sheets and I'm faced with the stark, cool reality of an empty bed. This deal was set for a long weekend. The clock never stopped ticking. My shoe is loose and the carriage is on its way to becoming a pumpkin.
The reality—despite my continued shitty analogy—is that whatever this was, it is about to end. My plus-one will be back to only one.
Lingering in my thoughts, I relish a few more moments of the freedom Duncan promised
