My little one

Last night I had a naked man in my bed, his bare skin felt good snuggled next to mine.

But it was temporary.

As they all are.

Just one time then gone.

Tonight I’m snuggled against a little body of fur.

It’s not the same, but I know he’ll always be around.

Night after night.

He loves me in a way these men never could, completely unconditionally.

His big expressive eyes watch me with total attention and adoration.

My abandonment issues are never triggered by him.

Sometimes I wish he could speak so he could tell me it’s going to be okay.

For now I whisper goodnight as his fur catches my tears.

Sweet dreams my little one.


About samlobos

I am an avid fan of creating narratives in my head about random experiences and quotes for future books I will probably not write. I harbor a 15 year old girl in my psyche and like to solve world issues when I'm half asleep. View all posts by samlobos

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