The first time I slept over, we were sober and did not make love. But in the morning, there was warm skin under the covers, then coffee, then trust.
Under my bed is where the path led.
In my shower grows a flower.
Phoebe – a small dog who wasn’t known for her jumping abilities – wasn’t allowed on the furniture but after begging every night, her female owner finally said, “OK, Phoebe, if you can make it onto the bed by yourself, then I’ll let you stay up here.” Moments later Phoebe used all her might and jumped on the bed; her female owner turned to her husband and said, “See, I told you she speaks English.”
My son was tucked in bed when he asked me to check under the bed. When I checked, my son was down there, and said that someone was on the bed
He may have slept in those bed sheets.
But Honey, I’m the one that made you change them.
I was tightly tucked up in bed with the glow of the nightlight illuminating the corner, as I begged my father to check for monsters in the cupboard opposite.
He closed the bedroom door and I switched off the nightlight and pulled myself into the blanket. It was then I heard the heavy breathing. He forgot to look under the bed.