Because the Night

Night brought Gregory the freedom to produce his craft. Only under its darkness, when the light shut off and the city slept, could he peak into the windows of his secret obsessions and take a photo – no flash – for posterity.

Gregory needed the night. Without it, the store fronts and classrooms, the living rooms and ballrooms, would never empty. Without the night, the prescribed time for all humans to be in bed, Gregory would never find the serene moment of objects untouched, televisions off, seats empty. Behind his lens – no flash – Gregory lived for the moment when he, all alone, existed because of the night.

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Same Bed, Different Dreams

Lela loved her feathered comforter. She loved the way the cotton brushed against her skin, how its heavy weight kept away the cold. But Lela did not have her feathered comforter.  It was wrapped around her husband’s body, held there by the unyielding strength of a sleeping man.

In the darkness of their room, in the dead of night, with only the lamplight casting across their bed Lela realized, she wanted the comforter more than her husband.

Herman loved his life. When he placed his head on the pillow every night it was simple – he was happy with his wife, his choices, his bedding. Even though the comforter was well-worn and had belonged to Lela back before they were married, it smelled like them mixed together. He breathed in the sweet smell with every REM cycled breath.

In the darkness of their room, in the dead of night, with only the lamplight casting across their bed Herman realized, in the depths of his sleep, that he wanted to keep this comforter and the mix of their smell forever.

Inspired by The Daily Post’s Third Rate Romance