FICTION: beds
the man with the patchwork heart:
sometimes sarah would roll over in her bed that was next to the wall so that her body was facing her mother’s room and her bed that was against the same wall. their faces were inches apart and only separated by dry wall, concrete, and the giant unicorn poster on sarah’s wall.
it was during those times that sarah would feel her mother’s breath on her face the strongest, and it was during those times that the man with the patchwork heart would whisper his…
