I slide, drunk, naked and mumbling something about love, into the cold falls of my winter duvet.
It snuggles around me like a big teddy bear and I hug it tight.
Someone else falls in behind me and I take little notice of them.
Their hands glide around my waist and over my body and my hazy mind says that this is okay.
I reciprocate:
I find his self beneath my duvet and pull him closer.
He is warmer than my bed.
I don’t know who he is.
I don’t feel any pleasure as he takes his last stand,
Sighs,
Then falls asleep as I do.
It would only be the next morning when I awoke to see a man I knew too well asleep under my duvet,
That I truly would feel the shame of the act,
And realise the horrid thing I have become.