Composition where edge to edge has equal significanceI’m not sure how Julia always got her way. It’s one of the many mysteries I could never solve. No spiritual wrangling or mathematical equations compared to her energy or the manner in which she infected me with her thrill of just being alive. She awakened the thing I dreaded most, leaving me with an emotional kraken to slip back into its box. We rolled around in the hotel’s king size bed until dawn, Julia wearing nothing but her wedding ring and me in my socks. Daylight brought solemnity for her and the insipid sadness, which crept in with the end of something enjoyable. I just wanted to find my mother and go home.
Her nails tickled as she dragged her fingers along my sternum and I released a shudder of discomfort. With the bloom of s*x
