Pillow Talk

// DominO //

My pillow smells like me. My sleepy hair pushed across it, warm breath from an open mouth, yesterday's perfume. Some nights I sweat into my bed and wake up feeling cooked.

// Troy //

I like curling into his sheets because they smell like him. I can almost detect the weight and shape of his body based solely on scent. I find it fragrant, I guess because our pheromones match. He used to cup my body with his limbs, and I'd have to roll away, too hot to sleep with our combined temperatures.

// Colby Gutierrez-Kraybill //

My favorite was making him coffee in the morning, once I got the hang of his contraption for it. I hated the coffee itself--too strong, I was too little, I wasn't bitter--but it smelled nice and I liked offering him a wake-up mug. He had to go to work and I had to go home. Same train station, same goodbye, same full feeling. I know I love someone when routines make me tender.

// Basheer Tome //

Newness doesn't hold as much appeal as familiarity. I like flowing in the same patterns, water circling in a groove that leads it home.