3 months agoI love sleeping in other people’s bed. The feeling of their fabric against my skin… so strange, so beautiful. The scent of their room’s atmosphere… so conspicuous, so new. The comfort I get… so impossible, so true.
It’s not the kind of post-sex feeling. It’s more than that. It’s the unparalleled abundance, the uncanny amenity, the unusual succor.
Sleeping in a stranger’s bed feels like I’ve just been invited to enter a world of an outsider. Refreshingly thrilling. Remarkably consoling.
