Pulling the Memory Trigger

byHeathen Hemmingway©

When we felt we could stand we made our way to her bedroom without speaking a word. Moments later we were lying holding one another under a layer of thick blankets. The last thing I remembered as we slid off into slow deep oblivion was the faint scent of her perfume clinging in her hair. Not only had she blessed me with a moment of closeness I will always remember, she blessed me with a means to remember our night together in vivid detail.

I can't help but wonder what will come to mind the next time someone pulls the memory trigger.

~The End~

Written for you Blue Eyes, in case we ever meet again.

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