Yet once more, this is for the Over-30 list.
Rating? PG.
I am Nick's sheets.
Today I am soft, white cotton. I have the supreme pleasure of wrapping myself around his body for eight hours every night, except when he is on tour. Those nights are the lonliest of my existence.
I lie waiting in the dark, patiently, for him to arrive home and then when he is finally there, my joy is almost immeasurable.
I listen in quiet expectation as he spends time with washcloth, my cool folds caressing the mattress in anticipation.
Stepping from the shower, he towels himself dry and slips between my layers. His naked body is warm and I am cool to the touch. These are his favorite nights; I can tell because of the sigh that escapes his beautiful mouth. He loves to be cooled by my presence on a hot night.
Shifting restlessly, he stretches his lengthy body and turns, wrapping me around himself like a coccoon.
For many nights, there has been another here. Her presence leant heat to the cold nights. Yes, her presence leant heat even to the hot, sultry nights of summer. She was most desired in his eyes, but truth be told, I resented her presence.
When she was here, she usurped my rights; took away my privileges. It was *her* body that gave comfort; *her* touch that wrapped itself around him like a glove.
Tonight is different. She is gone.
Where? I know not. I only know that I am once again his shelter from the night. I am sole provider of comforting warmth. She has gone forever from his life and I rejoice. You may think me cold and uncaring, but I care for him in ways *she* cannot. I wait in silence, never complaining of the lonely nights when he warms another's bed; feels another's soft folds enveloping his body.
I am patient, I wait in silence for his return.
I am Nick's sheets.
11-25-00