Open Door
Hoping you pass by my room and see me
I hear a creak in the floorboards, outside my door. I hope it’s you. I’m on the bed, naked on my belly, my arms up under my head, which is turned away from the door, the sheet just covering my legs, my ass exposed. The window is open, the summer sunshine slanting in through it, filling the white, rustic room with light, while a soft afternoon breeze gently rocks the curtains back and forth. I’m just taking a nap, I can sa...