One Word Wednesday: Bright

My head rested softly on his chest, and I stared up at him, straight into his nostrils and I’d like to believe, straight into his soul. What made him tick, I always wondered. His chest rose and fell with leveled breaths. Even in the dark room, surrounded by the reminders of our sexual deeds and an inability to communicate properly, he was bright. He was the sun to me, although his rays often caused me harm.

He was the sun to me.

I came too close, too often, and often felt the burn.

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