OOM: Room #100 -- for Tommy Gavin
Dec. 15th, 2012 09:04 pm[following this:]
The room is dim.
Clothes are scattered here and there; on chairs, tabletops, hooked on books and baubles, scrunched under the bed. A pair of candles burn on the table in the corner.
The cats have had their fill of cream, and are curled quite happily in Dug's basket in the corner of the room.
The room's other occupants, sweat-slicked and tangled in sheets, are sprawled across the bed in wild positions, limbs dangling where they may, hands sneaking under damp cotton to touch each other. Pleasantly exhausted, they sip lazy kisses from each other's mouths.
And they've only just begun.
The room is dim.
Clothes are scattered here and there; on chairs, tabletops, hooked on books and baubles, scrunched under the bed. A pair of candles burn on the table in the corner.
The cats have had their fill of cream, and are curled quite happily in Dug's basket in the corner of the room.
The room's other occupants, sweat-slicked and tangled in sheets, are sprawled across the bed in wild positions, limbs dangling where they may, hands sneaking under damp cotton to touch each other. Pleasantly exhausted, they sip lazy kisses from each other's mouths.
And they've only just begun.
