Cold air, wrinkles on linen.
The murmur of a lazy fan.
Warm breath, behind my ears.
Heavyset beats of a sleeping heart.
Strewn hair over tied up limbs.
The Queen laid siege to my king-sized crib.
Yesternight’s rain by my windowsill,
a bed half empty never felt so full.
~ F.s
What fourth wall ?! 
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