Based in NYC, Arden T. Ly explores the musings of the mundane, the fascinating, and everything in between.

Unwinding

"Okay, it's time to sleep," you announce. My eyes flutter open. The TV screen darkens. I had fallen asleep earlier, but now I wipe the sleep from my eyes to watch the same sleepiness cloud yours.

You pull a cotton shirt from your tired torso and over your strong shoulders. Then you step out of your shorts and lay both shirt and shorts on a chair. I think of how those clothes have perfectly captured your scent, and for a brief moment, I envy that chair. It gets to swim in the scent of you for a decadent night. But moments later, you join me under the covers, and I indulge. Your arm finds a place under my pillow, and my head nestles into your chest. With your skin on mine, I sigh with satisfaction.

Now this is how you end a day.

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